The death rattle, hum and sway
rising from the dirt, and ashes
the storm now closer, every day
as thunder, lightning, flashes
Tie the lashings snug my dear
and bind your leathers tight
rising above the pain and fear
at morning, noon, and night
No release and no anger
it's business every time
inconsequential weather
just rhythm and it's rhyme
You hold the reins in grasp
always have and always will
you're the locks on your own clasps
going for the win
the ****
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC
The death rattle, hum and sway
rising from the dirt, and ashes
the storm now closer, every day
as thunder, lightning, flashes
Tie the lashings snug my dear
and bind your leathers tight
rising above the pain and fear
at morning, noon, and night
No release and no anger
it's business every time
inconsequential weather
just rhythm and it's rhyme
You hold the reins in grasp
always have and always will
you're the locks on your own clasps
going for the win
the ****
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