Thursday, May 09, 2019

the police want to cage them all


The howling of distress
Once the blood bank turns empty
Up in their heads spin nothing
Every idea turns into dark spots

The Lycans don’t realize
The tower of their base is gone
There is nothing for them to hide
Now out in the open the skeletons count

They still want to behave
Like humans mixing with the crowd
Some leaders still talk like before
But the façade blown out long ago

In the year gone by
The hungry faces still cry
Though they put up a brave front
They won three trophies but not the grand prize

The howling of distress
The blood bank has gone
The Lycans in human forms
They see the skeletons count

There is no way they could hide
They out in the open the base is gone
They howl in the distress night
The police want to cage them all

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