<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Your Soul Will Be Hunted To Hell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm running like mad, <br>While my heart pounds, <br>This is really sad, <br>Why all these hounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm but one they're an army, <br>Of both horses and mounts, <br>This is really quite barmy, <br>If catching me is what counts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've done nothing wrong, <br>Except trying to survive, <br>On this Earth I belong, <br>Like you I'm alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are saying I'm vermin, <br>Well that's their excuse, <br>Put it in my sermon, <br>This is animal abuse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is it I've done, <br>To be treated this way, <br>While to them it is fun, <br>I do not have a say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are catching me now, <br>I am so out of breath, <br>So I ask myself how, <br>Will I face my own death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They've caught up at last, <br>I am dead on my feet, <br>The hounds have amassed, <br>I can no longer compete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel a terrible fear, <br>Deep within my heart, <br>Those mounted all cheer, <br>As I'm torn apart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me take you to task, <br>As your lies are deceiving, <br>Whilst in glory you bask, <br>What are you achieving? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My partner and cubs, <br>They're left without food, <br>While you head to the pubs, <br>They're left to brood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are nothing but cowards, <br>It is evil you court, <br>With self praise you'll be showered, <br>But it will never be sport.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon each of your souls, <br>I place a curse, <br>Then as your bell tolls, <br>Things will only things get worse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Butchering Foxes makes no sense, <br>Why you do it only you can tell, <br>In your Gods eyes There'll be no defence, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'' Your Soul Will Be Hunted To Hell ''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bri+Mar">Bri Mar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353257" data-title="Your Soul Will Be Hunted To Hell de Bri Mar" data-description="I'm running like mad, While my heart pounds, This is really sad, Why all these hounds. I'm but one they're an army, Of both horses and mounts, This is really quite barmy, If catching me is what counts. I've done nothing wrong, Except tryi..."></div> </div> </div>

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