Jun 2016
Crime and other violent thoughts are at an all time low,
What exactly happen the evening of December
I was brushed upon,
I was sought after,
There were muggers and muggles,
And I saw my life flash
Déjà vu but still a feeling foreign,
Those eyes were distant
Weapons-- uncommon
I've seen those eyes before,
They are eyes I've longed for
My protector, those are eyes of my Prophet
My savior
guardian and princess of the Serengeti
Cling to uncertainty and name you Visual
What exactly happen the evening of December
I was brushed upon,
I was sought after,
There were muggers and muggles,
And I saw my life flash
Déjà vu but still a feeling foreign,
Those eyes were distant
Weapons-- uncommon
I've seen those eyes before,
They are eyes I've longed for
My protector, those are eyes of my Prophet
My savior
guardian and princess of the Serengeti
Cling to uncertainty and name you Visual
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