The dogs i have
have eaten my bones
With a serious indebted hunger
what a crazy and incredible dogs they are
Hatred it was inevitable
likeness it was unquestionable
i called for my bones of survivals
A wicked and strong spiritual tied
Is it craziness of a nature?
I dont know may be it was a revelation
or is it just beware of dogs in silence?
i dont know may be it was a soul for real
The dogs i have
how i wish you have a writer's brain
how i wish you have an eagle eye
my irresistible dogs
draw your ear to listen.
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