Amidst all the Mayhem the storms will cause,
I would choose to stay with you.
If you promise to hold me close,
When they'll come to look for me,
And garnered the thoughts of ferocity,
Lacing with your gentle strokes over my head.
They would break down the doors and drop the bombs
They will kill our innocent cubs,
I will watch the masccare too,
But will not leave the side of you.
And when all this Mayehm will be over,
I will wake up in the far land beside you. . .
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