Killed a wolf for his jacket.
Killed a bear for his jacket.
We are not these animals that were worn, unlike you, you wild dog.
We were the killers of killers, those who prey on the predators.
We consume that which would consume us.
When Wallace skinned a man and wore him as a belt this was no different.
He saw a wolf who walked as a man, broke him, skinned him and wore him like any real man would wear a wolf.
Whether you come from Odin or Aen Dagda you know the truth of Father.
Men the world once loved.
Now your teeth are soft and your bark is loud.
So weak from the mothers milk hidden in your concrete fortress away from the heart of your gods and our origin.
Every blow I land and every drop of blood I draw is In prayer for you.
To restore the God in you.