Like a hawk I'm soring above you,
Preparing to dive and capture my prey
Oh what a view what a view
Are you prepared to die, today?
My talons are sharp,
I'm locked on to you,
Would you like to see that wonderful view?
Dropped from a height,
You hit the ground,
I bid you good night,
For this go round.
We'll meet again,
Of that I'm sure,
Resurrected the same,
To settle the score.
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Showing posts with label Hawk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hawk. Show all posts
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Hello Me!
Got into a conversation with Hawk about, what would you do, if you could meet yourself? If you passed yourself in the street, would you recognised yourself? Would you make conversation? Slap yourself? Ignore yourself? Start a fight? I know what I'd do... But is it logical?
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