The Moo on the field
The wide green space
The eyes grow tired
The heartbeats growing louder
The ears hear the growling
The beasts hide in the foliage
Of trees and shrubs and shadows
In his mind he is afraid
Jumping at shadows
He listens with growing fear
Where are the beasts?
In the shadows of his mind
Is it worth his life?
The greedy of power
Giving him endless worries
Afraid to lose his position
On the open field
Moo stares far and wide
Counting every leave and shadow
What will happen to him?
Traitors, liars or Brutus
The shadows will play the game
Once fall into the bad hole
The Devil will have the souls
Moo has a choice
Salvation to return to the right path
Else hell will be his price
The open field wolves and crocodiles watch
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