Can't **** what isn't alive
or bring to life what's dead
gotta just live, and survive
keeping your wits, and your head
Severely precious and few
with soul and heart are the brave
knowing just what too do
nobodies lackey, or slave
Talley the marks of the strong
tightening the reins and the nerves
playing the game, way to long
drawing on deepest reserves
When every moment is precious
and every scar has it's mark
listening attentive the chorus
every dog has it's day
and it's bark
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
Can't **** what isn't alive
or bring to life what's dead
gotta just live, and survive
keeping your wits, and your head
Severely precious and few
with soul and heart are the brave
knowing just what too do
nobodies lackey, or slave
Talley the marks of the strong
tightening the reins and the nerves
playing the game, way to long
drawing on deepest reserves
When every moment is precious
and every scar has it's mark
listening attentive the chorus
every dog has it's day
and it's bark
Woof woof woof, actually posted this on another site (some minor alters for here), too see what it "ranked":
Autorank: Total 1.0, professional similarity 2 (of 10), concrete vs abstract 0 (of 2), noun/verb/etc order 1.0 (of 1), cliches -2 (of -3)
So apparently, it is very rank LOL
;D~
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