Post by Face on Jul 6, 2016 22:12:49 GMT
Hark the Angels have spoken a vision three;
The city sleeps but does not rest,
One among us has made a mess.
Though dim and clouded I clearly see,
The court abounds with bashful glee.
Sins of the past have caught up,
It will be time to drink from a poison cup.
The night is long but short enough,
That a cotton tail will need to be tough.
The brawn and muscle will carry the load,
Yet give them a kiss before they return to a toad.
Take off your blinders to win the race,
For you shall not win at this pace.
The vision is fading please don't go,
Oh, well, the more you know.
TRUST ME.
The city sleeps but does not rest,
One among us has made a mess.
Though dim and clouded I clearly see,
The court abounds with bashful glee.
Sins of the past have caught up,
It will be time to drink from a poison cup.
The night is long but short enough,
That a cotton tail will need to be tough.
The brawn and muscle will carry the load,
Yet give them a kiss before they return to a toad.
Take off your blinders to win the race,
For you shall not win at this pace.
The vision is fading please don't go,
Oh, well, the more you know.
TRUST ME.