The Holy Grail

The Holy Grail

The hauntin
claws of
the vulture
up

Singin the
death tune

You with
no water

Walk into
the deserts
of Humanity

Your body
with burns

And the
cuts on
your soul

The night
arrives

To soothe
your soul

You lie
dead for
a while

A peck
on your
back

You fire
up your
livin carcass

Man, its
a new
day

You must
hunt again

This is
the desert
life

It is
a long
struggle

Till you
find the
holy grail

Caution: This might be all theory

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