When my company guys had a security breach in their hearts.
From the den of brethren, came the roar of the Kings.
From the den of brethren, came the roar of the Kings.
If one had
the mane, Other had the brawn;
Yet none
yearned to be the King of Kings.
Along came
a herd of Queens, into the path of the Kings.
Was it the
scent of heat? They may never know,
Was it the
infectious eyes? They realized later,
That drew
them towards the pride of Queens.
While one
flashed his mane, the other flaunted his brawn;
One by one,
everyone fell at the feet of the alluring Queens.
In the den
of brethren, came the roar of the Kings.
If one tore
the mane, the other trounced with his brawn;
Thus
everyone fought to be the King of Kings.
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