What
will it be?
The
hope of the nation
Grounded
to the ground
Of
one man illusion
The
vampire bats
Sensing
for the kill
They
fly out to hunt
In
the misty dark night
The
traitors and plotters
The
zombies and hangers-on
Dancing
in delight under the stars
Believing
of the pot of gold in sight!
When
they look up the sky
They
can't believe their eyes
The
darkness of flying vampire bats
They
scream and run and hide
The
bad will realize
The
vampire bats will fly
Chasing
them for their sins
They
nourishes their appetite
What
will it be?
The
good saints or the bad knights?
It
is to keep promises in sight
Learn
to live in good light
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