The
road blocked
The
traffic diverted
The
hound dogs move on
Chasing
the opponents
The
land sharks in high office
The
hound dogs dare not see
Why
want to spoil the golden eggs?
They
can have pockets full of money
The
dark lord stands tall
Pimping
out to the streets
Eyes
glow hands itching for action
It's
time to hammer on
The
hound dogs chase
Into
the woods to pursue a case
They
don't see the traps
The
hunters make
The
dark lord ears prick
Listening
to the yelling
As
the hound dogs hang up on the tree
The
opponents appear arrows in bows
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