Wicked soul
This wicked soul
soaring, rising above
like a vulture
waiting to attack.
Looking for a sign
of weakness, fear
then dive-bombing
to devour its prey.
I’m lying there,
on the desert ground,
vulnerable and waiting
for it to attack.
But in a split second
I find the will to fight
and I come away unscathed.
soaring, rising above
like a vulture
waiting to attack.
Looking for a sign
of weakness, fear
then dive-bombing
to devour its prey.
I’m lying there,
on the desert ground,
vulnerable and waiting
for it to attack.
But in a split second
I find the will to fight
and I come away unscathed.
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| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 augustus 2011 | ||
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