A Party
When the sheeple stay away
The black sheep throw one hell
of a party;
Knocking down walls with rock n roll,
Sending a rhythm down the block
calling the Rebels with their soul;
TKO on the ground;
What's the soundtrack to the fight?
Anarchy dances through the night,
Everything blurs with the sunrise.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2013
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