At the vault near a plane
they hear of those devils moving forward,
all the mammals forget.
Those beasts obey before a moment passes
and why they stay away
because the pride is made of clay.
Then she within them praises and remains awake.
So at the orb of stronger glass
your turn your eyes outward, ignore what just occured.
Simplicity won't falter when they walk.
No comments:
Post a Comment