The battle lines, are drawn, between the bold, and the strong
Armies so align, war, and battles going wrong
Fleeing in the shadows, trembling, so meek
Safety and protection, exactly, what they seek
When in troubled times, a simple roll of the dice
Fighting with the fools, or running, with the mice?
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
The battle lines, are drawn, between the bold, and the strong
Armies so align, war, and battles going wrong
Fleeing in the shadows, trembling, so meek
Safety and protection, exactly, what they seek
When in troubled times, a simple roll of the dice
Fighting with the fools, or running, with the mice?
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