They run back into their dungeons,
Afraid to face another day of daylight...
And conflicts with those,
Who oppose darkness.
A demand to correct their ways has come.
Leaving them stunned by the one who says this!
And protest the way this 'commandment' is made.
As a retreating commences,
A hissing from them begins to 'vent'.
They run back into their dungeons,
Afraid to face another day of daylight...
And conflicts with those,
Who oppose darkness.
As a retreating commences,
A hissing from them...
Begins to 'vent'.
A hissing,
From them...
Begins,
To vent!
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