The
misty jungle
The
wind push the mists
The
white floating colours
It
will cover the eyes
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The
snakes appear
Hearing
the call
“The
bad is back!
There's
nothing to lose!”
The
wolves run
Breathing
hard on the ground
“What's
the fuss, idiot?”
“You
don't like the bad?”
The
crocodiles crawl out
From
the comfort of lake
“There
must be a good meal
For
us to ravish!”
Judas
Iscariot walks in
With
his 11 pieces of gold
“You
want all these glitter?
It's
in the back-door”
The
rush hour
The
smile and grins
Every
one gets a piece
Lucifer
gladly obliges with glee
With
his bag of souls
He
knows he will get them all
The
easy target of greed
It's
his way to get back his pin
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