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letra de hyenas - historian himself

through monsoon gloom, the croc’s smile kept wicked
junglecat in the tree branches walked quiet undetected
then swarm through and infected like predatory insects
with the work ethic death-defying
the jotunheim tribesmen
forging trusty war-clubs for smiting rival giants
we hyenas in the gr-ss, still laughing in the shadows
swing ’round that torch, see if the feeding frenzy follows
an old ghost stalks the land
the beast who studies man
cataloguing his peculiar backwards-facing mask, god d-mn
this old axe-arm’s been aching for some blood to rust the blade
which to feed a fanbase of restless vagrants whose appet-tes ain’t sated
’til all things in time and sp-ce have been contemplated
many long days spent wandering ’round thinking out loud
they said “wow, how loco”
but the flow is orinoco, limpopo, mekong, congo, amazon and nile all combined
with as many vicious crocodiles swimming through the mind
hippopotami with the tusks to punch through spines and sternums
submerged in bl–dy water as i laugh, the bubbles surface
stay lurking murderous
the carboniferous nemesis
the old swamp god who’s been crawling out the bog
a vociferous doug henderson from beyond
came from a dark forest to slaughter y’all
folkloric historian, horrifying beast from old ages
my rhymes offer blood sacrifice to the ancients
i said my rhymes offer blood sacrifice to the ancients

- historian himself

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