
Leaving Watership Down
A prophet saw the fields run red
In belief of nightmares and happenstance
Crawling from the later
The rats come in swarms...
Pestilence, seduction, plague and death.
A prophet saw the fields run red
In belief of nightmares and happenstance
Crawling from the later
The rats come in swarms...
Pestilence, seduction, plague and death.
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