The
time is near
The
crooks have to find ways
The
escaping routes to hide
When
the prison bell rings
On
the ground the chickens run
There
is no leadership to fill in
They
run in different directions
The
arrows shoot flying everywhere
There
is no need to plan a target
The
arrows can hit at the scared chickens
Once
they croaked a lot in power play
Now
they want to hide away
The
time is near
The
mighty will fall
The
hearing of knocking walls
The
secrets will be out
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