the arrows are fighting
my heart is racing
one must take a bait
my flesh in a fine plate
Heroes are flying
demons are lurking
a soul is wondering
a bait is out on a fine plate
mothers are fighting
fathers are roaring
the walls are tearing
the children are hiding
a bait is out on a fine plate
Birds are tripping
eagles are flying
in a fine competition with the hawk
mother hen is yelling
her children are lost
a bait is out in a fine plate
God has come
the devil is won
redemption has begun
but the wicked who can save
a bait is out in a fine plate
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