Posing in front of
\nall those dead bodies
\nhappy as sand boys
\nthe hunters those creeps
\nand all those sweet relatives
\ngrieving
\nthe hunters unloved and probably thinking
\nso what
\nthey are just animals!
\nbut they can’t see that animals care
\nand they share
\nand lets realise now,
\nthis is some tragedy<\/p>\n
the hunters theyre far gone
\ndead and unconscious
\nthey lost all their feelings
\nwhen they killed their first soul
\ntheir karma is growing
\nthe seeds they’ve been sowing
\nfor all of the the lives that they’ve stole
\nsometimes I wonder when they lay their heads
\ndo they think of the lives they have ended
\nthe shed’s
\nfull of the bodies
\nand the money accrued
\nwill do none of them good
\nfor they’re nasty and lewd
\nthe universe sees to it
\nnobody will
\nearn a good fortune
\nif its blood that they spill<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Posing in front of all those dead bodies happy as sand boys the hunters those creeps and all those sweet relatives grieving the hunters unloved and probably thinking so what they are just animals! but they can’t see that animals … Continue reading