Lighting strikes and thunder rolls,
As I chase this evil herd.
I ride my horse over rocks and rough ground
Through a night that's black as coal.
The rain pours down, and the stampede roars,
As wild eyed cattle run.
I'll never catch this herd from hell,
But catch each red eyed cow I must,
Or the devil will have my soul.
Please tell me what you think
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beautiful
i like how i can really visualize a vivid mental from what your wrote
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very well done...i felt as though i was chasing that her
