Impale them on a pole as it snows upon a bridge
Stealing souls as they appearing bold
My dear, the rarest troll
The mere sight of my strambol
Is putting mold upon your bitch
And my appearance is cold like the eyes of Gilgamesh
So, he sits still and rests, light the cigarette
Figures he figures out the filter's fresh
The stench left a dense taste
Stop escaping to nowhere
Time doesn't exist
When paying no attention to the mentions starts as they switch shapes.
Last edited by brokenhal0; 03-31-2024 at 12:12 AM.
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