By dominican90 www.photobucket.com
Underground of the belly
The beast surging to the surface
Face of a skull firing dark cloth
Slowly emerging smile on his face
The night breezes
The insects stay silence
The opposition struggle
On the pole tying them to fate
The red dark form stretches
Into the dim light standing tall
The dark cloth edges flowing
Of the cool breezes sing
The night owl flapping wings
The sky turning black of bats
The canopy of darkness near
The crescent moon rays losing sight
The dark knight commands
“Let the feast begin!”
The black wings hook on poles
Eyes of red flapping wings
The beast slowly changing
Into a human face to laugh
The eerie sound traveling
Into the captives ears
The opposition feel lost
Knowing fate is near
The agencies all corrupted
Milking the wealth; the nation falls
The laughter in the nigh
The nightmares on the darkness run
The obstacles to gain Prince Hill
Line up of crooks with ties
The opposition struggles
The pole can't shake free
The beast stares at them
“Hey let me taste!”
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