I the serpent wolf with lies on my teeth and truth on my tongue. My bite is venomous but my words heal. For I lust for the flesh of the lamb. And hunger for the spirit of a wolf. Bloody is my sin for I lust for the flesh of doves and lambs. Boundless is my love for my cup runneth over. For there cannot be love without hate. Joy without sadness. Light without dark. I ate Of the flesh of a dove and her heart I devoured. Broken I left her. And yet I hunger for more.