When
the dying breed at the cliff
Looking
down isn't a good sight to fall
The
broken rocks and sharp edges
Crack
the bones the screaming cry
The
Twister dancing along
In
the eyes nothing is ever friendly
Once
it is on the edge of the cliff
Where
else to run but to fall
Though
standing in oddity
The
Twister will not swing away
It
has to come to get the knock down
The
screaming fall right to the bottom
Too
many bad deeds
It
crosses the minds day and night
What
else is new in the horizon?
A
new badge a new plan
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