Refuse?

Even lions are balooned to the amusement of darkness and when its convinced it won; it was doubly wiped out entirely from not weighing the consequences if failure excavates from trying the mighty.

A disco trance is what it may appear the state I am in when you look at me.
Like a lion looking at another lion upon the edges of timing to attack,
but suddenly discloses into an invading veil, coloring in a deliberate
erasing of its mind, its instinctual grounds, its understanding; everything except its life.
Victimized, finally in the corridors In this unseen place where they chant it. A
Blitz party congratulating their new, its the lions turn to victimize, instruments.
They approve their own invention and keep it for themselves.
So to torture the lions by themselves to their own enjoyment.
Where the great figures in the world today would pay
the extreme amount to replace ownership would be concerned;
they were just slowly but surely; soley concerned with swallowing themselves up, after all.
Another veil from a sudden appearing portal rises like the good and the bad
spirit of principalities were fighting for the life and spirit of the lion so it
can regain back the sound of a killer mind, having to mention
in case one forgot, what it was born to be, giving the lion an option that required great focus.
Manifestation of war between the two emerged as the lion
chose its instinctual ways determindely; a taste the lion couldn't refuse
until the celebration ceased. The closure of the portal surrendering existence and
The lion eats the other lion in even more deadlier way now
ministers the other lions in the jungle to bow-down to
a never seen before deadly-mad presentation. Followed by a howl tossed into
A snarl in the direction where humans may be concerned.
Days later; the celebrated group in their little encamp forest on
one cold night while they were asleep, awakens to a little instrument of their own.
In an cold infuriation of vengeful desperation, the lion roars,
"How can I, refuse?"