The Fallen Terror


I used to ran down the valleys on Africa
I used to be called “The King”, “The Hunter”, and “Night Terror”
The time when the human were so scared of me
And they sent their children to bed early when the night come


But now, their children were playing around me
Shouting, laughing, running, and kicking
While I stand powerless behind this thick glass


They called this place … zoo
A hidden paradise … but not for me …
Ah well, let’s wait for the time, for I could break this glass …

And see who will be smiling that time …


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