Blood Mountain Falls – GA
The leader of the group
Listening to the talk....
Of things gone wrong
Of events taking them apart
The pack of wolves
They will tear each other apart
When the meat is scarce
The strong takes it all
He walks nearer
Looking at the white mist
A face he knew familiar
“Doom, doom, doom!”
The greed of power
A man will do anything to get it
When it is in his hands
There is no way he is going to give away!
“Well guys I haven't a clue
It's perception derailing one's career
In this hour you want to disagree?”
“We want the truth no more lies!”
The drumbeats hitting louder
In the dark night it sends shiver to one's spine
The fear rearing its head to tempt the soul
In this forest the group decide to stick together
Quickly they move away
Towards the sound of the waterfall
Back tracking wasted an hour to two
Until they find a trail winding through
Half way through the trail
They hear voices chattering away
They stop ears piercing sharp to listen
“You can't escape your sins!”
They turn around
They don't see half the trail
They open their mouths to say
Words hardly formed.....
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