Shadow people hiding in dimensional mist.
Too much has gone dark, where's the exorcist?
A Doom Slayer standing inside of Babylon,
Figuratively speaking but my boomstick drawn.
Taking out all sorts of demons and evils,
A singular story, no prequels or sequels.
Knocking out teeth, down the sink blood swirled,
Madonna's a material girl in a material world,
Peedo celebrities, none should be spared.
Endorsements by them, do you really trust?
Completely sick, sadistic and satanic fucks,
Awakenings are occurring in each and every area,
Trying to keep you calm without causing hysteria.
- Author: Shaunmatthewcpoetry ( Offline)
- Published: November 8th, 2024 01:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 18
Comments1
Ahh, a pleasant scene there! lol.
Haha yes indeed.
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