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Two caniving lions lurk in the shadows, There pray is unknowning of its doom, The song bird still sits there wisheling, All the while it is eyed, By the ones who have grown to hate it so, It feels safe and doesn't know harm, But it will know torchure, A torchure of which it given others, This torchure will come back at it ten fold, This is it's last tune let us pray it is not wasted, For this song bird was not always so, It was once an evil munipultive man, One man that gained joy, It gained this joy through the losses of others, It once tired to sperate the two lions, But now they see through it, Now they see the weak song bird it is, So now they only plan, But soon planning will be over with, And when that time comes, God won't even be able to save him, For the haterid that he has caused others to gain, Through his great joy he hasn't seen what he has done, And now it is only but a nod away from pain, He will deserve this great pain, For he has had it coming for soo long, He has done such horror to be asking, Asking for what it is the lions claws can give, If this song bird slips off its purch, Then the lions will be upon it faster then everything, His purch is another person, A lone friend of the lions, This purch is the only thing keeping them at bay, If this song bird dares to cut into its purch, Then they lions will for sure bring it down, Let hell have no pity on this soul!
Erogassa · Wed Dec 08, 2004 @ 10:29pm · 0 Comments |
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