Run amok
The urge of
uncontrollable rage
Believe his own
values under threat
Believing it is
right to do
The amok of a race
The frogs will jump
high
While it lands it
will find
The ground is hard
it isn’t paradise
Run amok like
zombie
Parading in raging
fire
Wanting to gain an
upper hand
It will fall flat
and shame
Run amok
Out of steam the
souls may go
Satan will be
waiting
With his bag to
take souls
The frogs like to
jump
Thinking they are
the highly breed
When they jump down
They will be in the
bag of souls
Satan will be
waiting
He will be very
happy to bag souls
The more frogs
wanting to jump everywhere
Satan will pick
them one by one
Think about it
Run amok a losing
end
Satan will be
smiling
With his bag of
souls
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