Good Fellows

Between the lines Disastrous wreaked havoc somewhere Confusion alarming and future has broken into pieces Back-off and meditate if possible Before you cross the line Retention of hopes is still alive Turning back discreetly is not an option You can run but you cannot hide Tell tales sign of a hunter will hunt you Till you dropp dead The other end of the line is dark and gloom With so many exits to go But you’ll comeback to face the devils Thirsts for your bloods You are given choices Not to cross the line But you’re lost Greed and impatience has taken your lives