Far away you Roar And Sour,
Like a LIon on A killing spire,
You never let Your Self down,
And Glides Away In Sun And Moon;
Endless Story A Life Of Yours,
Taking Away Anything, That Comes,
In Or On, Your Lonely World;
Bu Is Your Life,
Dull Like A Pumkin,
Or Bright As A beaming Sun;
Your Fury Never Ends,
Untill You get What You Finds,
Your Life Has Never Been Lame,
LikeA Broken Sword, In The Hands Of a Male
You have Never Let,
Me Or My Friend Down,
And Glides Away in Beaming Sun,
swolling Watever You Sights.....
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