Theyre the prey, and we are the hunters! Without even knowing the name of the flower it had stepped on The bird that had fallen to the ground, grows tired of waiting for the wind In the place where it prays, nothing changes But what does change, is its readiness to fight It steps over the corpses, and moves forward, the pig that ridicules intentions The peace of the cattle, and the flourishing of deceptions Can kill off, the freedoms of the hungry wolf The disgrace that was taken prisoner, is the counter attack of beginnings Youre a hunter, who slaughters his prey in the castle wars As the impulses that gush out fire up your body Your crimson arrow that slings from your bow drills a blood red scarlet hole into the twilight. Shadownin Inuzuka Doug Vinylscratch Neff Mariah Ireland Ashley Ireland Jayla Johnson
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 20:21:07 +0000
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