Monday, May 29, 2017

Cattle of the Roam

Fog rolls in, clouds form
The thunder is loud
And then here comes the storm

Perish into the night
The devil is laughing
As you run head first to the fight

Envy not caring
Be there with me
You know not what you're sharing

Cattle this and roam around
I can't stop
Making the ending sound

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