No he isn’t sleeping
\nhe’s gone
\nhe’s dead
\nwe’ve lost
\na majestic master of his
\nenvironment
\nat an enormous cost<\/p>\n
that nobody dare quantify
\nand why
\nso some sad sod
\ncan pull a lousy trigger
\nand thank her so called
\nGod<\/p>\n
she never cared a tiny bit
\nfor the lion and how he felt
\nshe had paid a ransome
\nto some ghoul
\nher cards ofcourse were
\ndealt<\/p>\n
he lays there gone forever
\nbut she is also gone
\nand he will, come back to haunt her
\nthroughout her life upon
\nthis earth she will be reminded
\nthose unholy roars will be
\nheard by her most every night
\nwhen she’d rather be<\/p>\n
sleeping in her warm bed
\nresting from her day
\nthat lion will be inside her head
\nand for his death she will pay
\nand we must not give her sympathy
\nfor her or any of her creed
\nfor they are fcuking morons
\nand we all know what they need<\/p>\n
and they will all get it one day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
No he isn’t sleeping he’s gone he’s dead we’ve lost a majestic master of his environment at an enormous cost that nobody dare quantify and why so some sad sod can pull a lousy trigger and thank her so called … Continue reading