The Lion with his mane... Stealthily marking his domain... Fiercely seeking his due gain While he mocks the ones in pain--- The ones he says he loves so true And yet finds his way to do And say such hurtful things... The one who prays for peace and wings... Lost he is...the cost is his--- When words will come to haunt him.Birth sign: Pisces
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