Thursday, February 14, 2019

the flying daggers



The flying daggers
To whom it will hit

It’s no use crying
Get the net ready

Block the flying daggers
Before it reaches its target

The opponents will drink
Shouting loud in the watering hole

Of the bad they have done
They drown it in the bottles of rum

They will point fingers
As if it is clean and shine

No sirs of the flying daggers
The danger of Brutus in sheep skins

Get the ready the net
Stop the flying daggers on its tracks

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