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THE RULES OF THE BEASTS
there will no time that the sunshine would set
as they chased around the bushes with their fangs
they seems too hard to vampire the neighbours
their acutic ideas contride the safety night
misruling,injustices intimidating the belief of minnows
there were cries,sorrows and mishaps generate the price of trust
there could be no mean word that could reassuring
the fences of the nation
literally,their moon would not ready to torch the earth
where would retards learn the system?
The system that would wake-up the call
the call that would impulse the revolutionary
they may try to continue to skin off our soul like cows
suffering from leathers dealers,we could not sit anymore like toothless dog
our voice must to hear louder like steam engine
we tire of unglorious reward brought by printing papers and inks
the deceiving box just white but not wit
because it's like mirage thinking to be water by thirters
the hidden place that cage the free bird
now weaken and could no way be of any exploiting anymore
the moon has scattered like stars and could no longer light their corridor
the tightier soul had been released from diseases
no fear,no more timid to rise above and dare the devil
and no to lift the lamp to see the beasts' bares
ready to fight,ready to claim the throne for the rightful heir
no more rules for cannibals intending to smear our flesh
how long would we wait to feel our scent?
Or how can we get it right?
