Holding breath i walk for a want
Blows and hymns, with songs to chant
New feats of glory, or facts of piece
What they get, is am to seize!
Rocking past head a dawn
Whooping's loud, creeping upon
Souls of species? howls of wolves?
Creeping upon a creepy gift!
Freaky smile, ghostly lips,
Walking along with sweaty dips
Creepy now, a snaky lair
Jackals prowl can't gasp an air.
Wooden hammocks lone they swing
Wind's fast, blackened rings
Searching for help far and near
A howling song is all i hear!
Cutting trees i walk my walk
Holding breath (it means tired) but dare to stop
Rocking heavens sling a song
Can't guess how, i'll stay along.
Up a hill dawn now smile
With miles to go i still run
Holding breath new thoughts spurts
A day is up, and have wounds that hurts!
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