Baskadia

I am not a rose but a thorn

I hurt everyone touching me

They say i was cursed before i was born

To be honest shit is killing me

I have furs like a wild dog

I grip a prey and vanish in a fog

Some say my blows are like a wolf

With a bad past like a cursed oaf

Whatever they fucking call me

From the bones i have been fighting

Burning my past into odorous stream

Yeah i'm a wolf and i will stop their scoffing

I underwent an overwhelming mutation

Split up my cocoon apart

A caterpillar morphed into a butterfly

A wolf incarnate out of the pod

A strong being like the iron rod