Het Poema moved through the snow
Fierce like a great windstorm
Hiding from the barbaric hunter
Fatal like a shotgun
Moving swiftly as the ocean
On a stormy night
But Het Poema is quick
And the hunter is lunch
His weapon left in the cold winter snow
And his blood
To be unnoticed
For an eternity
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
Het Poema moved through the snow
Fierce like a great windstorm
Hiding from the barbaric hunter
Fatal like a shotgun
Moving swiftly as the ocean
On a stormy night
But Het Poema is quick
And the hunter is lunch
His weapon left in the cold winter snow
And his blood
To be unnoticed
For an eternity
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