……I don’t think everyone’s convinced; the only way we all can get a piece, is peace. We’ve already gave it to the pinky toe, now it’s time we get that uppercut from Della Reese, we’re about to get our pants creased, another entropic topic, about how we better stop it, civilization is about to flop and drop to its knees, like it was being arrested by nature’s cops, or getting whipped in school in front of our peers by an aggressive pops. It’s gonna push past principles and teachings to get to our ass, our prayers will be put on hold, you may think god’s cold, but we’ve got prayers against us, that date back before the first Christmas, yes we’ve been hated that long, by the birds, the trees, it’s leaves and even the fleas.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 13th, 2023 00:37
- Category: Unclassified
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