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Sheep
tightly try me down
forget I'm even here
I won't make a sound
pretending to be air
Another skipping stone
Igniting the frozen surface
Revenge is so very sweet
Alike to the bone and blood
Instantly flowing out
Relinquishing the to floor black
A chosen one walks alleys
Inspiring the crooks to
Ripping apart his flesh
A city sleeps peacefully
Innocent to the wolves
Ridding the farmers of sheep
my presence thin as air
Published 11th Feb 2013
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12th Feb 2013 1:21am
12th Feb 2013 4:43am
very true, must be wary when we sleep
'less you want to be the sheep
thanks for reading and commenting :3
'less you want to be the sheep
thanks for reading and commenting :3
