Game Of The Beasts!
Deep thirst,breathing dust,
Monologue is the choice,from the past, No opposition,if there! then its the last, Fear to the brim,trembling like sails hold by weak mast,
Only hope dead,just regret,
Sweet promises,no commitment,
Swallow the truth,and stay obedient,
The game of hide and seek,so sweet,
When bedbugs ,are basked out!
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