Dawn & Dusk.
Pink & White.
Deers & baby fawns.
An essence so bright.
Their aura glows.
Hunters who **** them.
Don't care to know.
Poaching....that's not right.
They don't see the light an eternal spirit will invite you to a website.
Despite the animal stalkers sick delight.
The magazines & articles they post is not alright.
A deer's death is unable to reunite.
About pride of slaughter they write.
Living beings a well being right.
Getting butchered to die is a senseless fight.
Evil entities be deflected.
Innocence never neglected.
Loved & respected.
They deserve to be protected.
A sacred birth from mother earth.
Possesses a priceless worth.
Wild life pays an unacceptable price.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
Dawn & Dusk.
Pink & White.
Deers & baby fawns.
An essence so bright.
Their aura glows.
Hunters who **** them.
Don't care to know.
Poaching....that's not right.
They don't see the light an eternal spirit will invite you to a website.
Despite the animal stalkers sick delight.
The magazines & articles they post is not alright.
A deer's death is unable to reunite.
About pride of slaughter they write.
Living beings a well being right.
Getting butchered to die is a senseless fight.
Evil entities be deflected.
Innocence never neglected.
Loved & respected.
They deserve to be protected.
A sacred birth from mother earth.
Possesses a priceless worth.
Wild life pays an unacceptable price.
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