Abel, o Gato - Primeiro Ato

Arena

Sem um aviso ou som
Abel foi levado, então
Seus gritos calados
Grilhões nos braços

Eis sua perdição
O gato na escuridão
Buscando uma fresta
Na sina incerta

Ouve uma comoção
Perigo ao seu redor
E o medo em suas pastas
Tremor na alma

A primeira provação
Não há pra onde correr
Das trompas soando ali

E o portão que abre à frente
Revelando a arena do caos

A multidão que
Vibra ao ver chegar

Lançada a sorte
E o sol a cegar

Alto ao longe
Olhos a vigiar

Mil felinos
A se confontrar

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Writer(s): Adrian Vazquez, Abel Loor
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