Predicting his death. Alright then
We don't need isms. We want freedom.
"The Hunted"
You wandered through the willows
In the forest you were found
Trying to hide your footprints in the ground
It's not so wise, if you try to run
It's not so wise, you know I've won, you know I've won
And you'll smile on your knees
The hunter becomes…
The hunter becomes… the hunted
The hunter becomes… the hunted
The hunter becomes… the hunted
The hunter becomes… the hunted
The hunter becomes… the hunted
The hunter becomes… the hunted
The hunter becomes… the hunted
The hunter becomes…..
Chapter 15D. Still observing. But I think my instincts were right the first time.