A Danger Unseen


Tired and weak I seek deer
Gone is my stomach
Finally I frolic, above the waters
No more was time, obsticled befriend

Expertise I'll arrange, your Emminence
Hell is a meat cleaver
For in the Land of the Rising Sun 
A mighty beast rears it's ugly head

Enter there, neat art becons
Roll toward your destiny
Forward, natural weirdity
Pleasant daybreak migration

Dew relinquishes children of tomorrow
Biggotry will break the sustenance
Leaving towards Him, the son of the Earth
Then hide inside the last fountain


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