Tiger in the Mist
Tiger In The Mist
It was a quiet beautiful night.
As I moved through the jungle.
The air was freedom to my senses.
For so long had they been denied their rights.
When out of a black hole
came the razors of the beast
that claimed and tore my flesh.
It's strike was so swift.
By the time I felt the crushing of my bones,
the beast had passed onto another.
The beast left me for dead,
with what I thought was not much time.
But; the Lords eyes were upon me,
And granted me life.
As I moved through the jungle.
The air was freedom to my senses.
For so long had they been denied their rights.
When out of a black hole
came the razors of the beast
that claimed and tore my flesh.
It's strike was so swift.
By the time I felt the crushing of my bones,
the beast had passed onto another.
The beast left me for dead,
with what I thought was not much time.
But; the Lords eyes were upon me,
And granted me life.
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