The Lions Pride
Roar loud, leone.
Watch closely.
Watch and witness the lion's new fangs.
This icky mud covered world is all I know.
You’ve told me nothing,
What do I need to silence you?
I’ve found those answers.
Don’t you dare get in my way.
If you interfere,
I will salt the wound.
I think you’re confused,
There is no group.
I don’t team up with anyone.
This is how I live,
hear me?
With fangs of a lion.
This is the difference—
between your resolve and mine.
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