Back to the pounding rain of the countryside from the city who's rain compares to a drizzle. It dreadful how everything comes to a chaotic halt in the city when it rains and rather a calm yet purposeful sense of growth in the countryside happens when it rains.
More disquieting is the lions prowling the city. The lions prowling to readily pounce on wounded souls. They smell their weakened spirits and rather than chase the quick ones, they devour slow moving, hurting souls.
Clutch close to your personal belongings in the city, but clutch closer still to your soul for the lion comes to kill, steal and destroy.
More disquieting is the lions prowling the city. The lions prowling to readily pounce on wounded souls. They smell their weakened spirits and rather than chase the quick ones, they devour slow moving, hurting souls.
Clutch close to your personal belongings in the city, but clutch closer still to your soul for the lion comes to kill, steal and destroy.
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