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The Pack painted with strange graffiti,
marks on their fur like wounds, pink and red and vicious,
streaking maws and cutting swaths across ribs,
tracing pathways from hearts and eyes and paws like maps across fearsome bodies,
ripping through meanings like so much thin paper,
smeared like cheap lipstick, blinding those who look to deeper meaning;
you will never know what these peculiar hieroglyphs reveal,
for they are not meant for your eyes except in the moments before the end.
marks on their fur like wounds, pink and red and vicious,
streaking maws and cutting swaths across ribs,
tracing pathways from hearts and eyes and paws like maps across fearsome bodies,
ripping through meanings like so much thin paper,
smeared like cheap lipstick, blinding those who look to deeper meaning;
you will never know what these peculiar hieroglyphs reveal,
for they are not meant for your eyes except in the moments before the end.