Hour not ever

My Boy Ryngkhlem

There where else should you rise
Singly subsists on any-may.
It's me, dear friend, forthwith now
Come to my ground, your joy in full played
Keep my spirit, it was long saves.
Borrow and let 'Filthy deities' away away
Yield them not dear friend, for they'd say an 'Hour' but, 'Not ever ever.'
Yet so actual you know and the place you know.
 
 
This far or choosing power of bearing
Your trust greatly choices the way!
With sudden purgatory,
We'll cling the fate, fasten each at heart
And embracing love immortal we would!
Borrow and let 'Filthy deities' away away
Yield them not dear friend, for they'd say an 'Hour' but, 'Not ever ever.'
Yet so actual you know and the place you know.

 

  • Author: My Boy Ryngkhlem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 26th, 2022 01:48
  • Category: Friendship
  • Views: 18
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