Outside our shells
Outside our shells
We will survive.
With a little crack.
we came out of our dying shells
chipping to them for their redolent act.
We could perceive evil around us.
We will survive.
We have come
in our naivety an ignorance
to face the ratty deceitful Hawk
and lay it to rest.
The war gong jingles
and cock a doodle says our father.
The survivals will learn
from bitter experiences and stigmas.
We must survive.
Blood will flow.
Scarlet river will wander
but we shall turn out
as clean as a dove.
We must survive
and be cock a hoop about it.
We will survive.
With a little crack.
we came out of our dying shells
chipping to them for their redolent act.
We could perceive evil around us.
We will survive.
We have come
in our naivety an ignorance
to face the ratty deceitful Hawk
and lay it to rest.
The war gong jingles
and cock a doodle says our father.
The survivals will learn
from bitter experiences and stigmas.
We must survive.
Blood will flow.
Scarlet river will wander
but we shall turn out
as clean as a dove.
We must survive
and be cock a hoop about it.
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