The
rats will run
They
see the tide rising high
They
search for a way out
In
the traffic jammed holes
They
get all entangled up
Trying
to free for safety
Feeling
the water reaching their tails
They
hope on to higher ground
Looking
in fear waiting for the bell
Yet
some still show bravery
“Come
in and shoot at us
We
aren't afraid of the drowning
We
can find our way out!”
But
nothing will save their sinful souls
The
tide reaches up to the hole
Every
rat will surely drown
The
water rushes in
Trapping
the rats in jam
Every
rat will be washed out
Dead
in the water
Eyes
of fear life is gone
“It
is the clearing stock
You
will not stand a chance!”
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