God bless'em all.. those Glorious Basturds.
The creator seize them, with a critical eye, may he hold them forever in his glare.
Bless them for the the deeds they've never done & the unborn promises they've yet kept.
These floors were smeared with innocent blood & the walls were patched with hope.
That one day they'd return.. with crayons & sharpened tails of joy.
God bless those glorious basturds.. & all that they've undone.
I still remain.
One White Wolf.