…..There go Malebolgia trying to hide in plain sight again, I see him with my eyes closed, cause his deeds turns day into night again, with a simple please, and a look of ease as he performs his tricks on life’s trapeze, he comes off like a sadistic tease, this time he hid behind old age and a sickness I could hear him wheeze, arthritis in his knees, foot steps dragging cause he’s really Mephistopheles; love, order, erasing mankind’s boarders, he’s secretly here to topple these, look at ‘em in the pictures with the kids yelling cheese, a disguise, better yet a hidden disease, his plan is to confuse our wants with our needs, suggesting before we build another house, to cut down all the trees.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 14th, 2025 16:14
- Category: Unclassified
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