Okavanga

I was walking by the Okavanga Dyke Swarm
There were dogs chasing leopards
and hunting them down and
I was walking by the winding river
I was curious
The alligators' breeding pit was empty and abandoned

I was walking by the Okavanga Dyke Swarm
When deep in the desert I came upon a spring
To keep warm my eyes see want they want to see
When my eyes see what they want to see

Hell
Hell
Hell
Hell

I was walking by the Okavanga Dyke Swarm
The day decayed by five and the night came alive
The cannonball manufactures
the leather wings of the New Jersey Devil
and the packs of dogs that track them.



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Writer(s): Gus Edward Engle
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