Make it Write Prayer of the Fox
Oh Great Lord of Lords this humble fox would entreat your attention to pursue a subject he had previously failed to mention.
I realize my toils are trivial in Your world and desire not to disrupt it, as though into a lake, a rock hurled.
But Almighty One what hath you wrought with these malevolent humans, for their hounds they have brought!
Hounds obviously unleashed from that mythical lair, I see Hades observing, smirking at me with care.
Yelping and yapping, they stampede my lover through the brush, oblivious to the juvenescence under their paws they crush.
And what follows them close on their heels? Estranged wickedness as though murderous serpents and eels.
Freaks mounted astride narcissistic mares, sounding their horns with emphatic blares.
Dare I not venture beyond my earthen hollow, in that behind me through the day these creatures might follow.
And although no entity be holier than Thou, surely this heinous crime You cannot allow.
I pray not just for me but for all of my kind, for it is the fox this evil seeks to find.
I appeal to you with but one request, though with daily bread in abundance, I am certainly blessed.
Thus, I choose not to impose upon your sensational power... but curse these bloody beasts begat on Witches' Hour!
Now that I fear I have taken too much time of your omniscient ears, a proud British fox proclaims, "Amen... and cheers!"
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