Under the sewers
Stay a race unknown
They've hidden themselves
So that we can't see
How good a people they are
And how bad a human we are
Under the sewers
Last among the village
A wee hamlet
Which inside is a wizard
Who is hated throughout their whole population
All coz he made a silly accusation
But insisted on a proclamation
That would divert them from devastation
Under the sewers
We're the children crying
Their tummies a aching
They mouths a shouting
Under the sewers
Of a great country
Is where many sit and sigh
This is where they hide for protection
From the above world
Where riches and material
Are valuable
And where deeds are left
And they treat many like vagrants
Under the sewers
were where my dreams would be
They would be out of the ordinary
Of course that's just a story
That I made up, imaginatively
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
Under the sewers
Stay a race unknown
They've hidden themselves
So that we can't see
How good a people they are
And how bad a human we are
Under the sewers
Last among the village
A wee hamlet
Which inside is a wizard
Who is hated throughout their whole population
All coz he made a silly accusation
But insisted on a proclamation
That would divert them from devastation
Under the sewers
We're the children crying
Their tummies a aching
They mouths a shouting
Under the sewers
Of a great country
Is where many sit and sigh
This is where they hide for protection
From the above world
Where riches and material
Are valuable
And where deeds are left
And they treat many like vagrants
Under the sewers
were where my dreams would be
They would be out of the ordinary
Of course that's just a story
That I made up, imaginatively
This is my fantasy world which I would see myself living in...
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