Hellymaster
You are craving for me I know,
Settling for dust even on snow .
Stop already ,I am coming you know .
All packed are swords ,
Peppered with rage of sorts .
You are to loose ,mark my words .
South has eyes lurking ,
With talks poaching ,
For the suderland cee who knows no revenge.
All ready are their booggy traps ,
So is east, the mother of whammie raps .
I was once on laps ,
Now relax .
I wont trip or relapse .
Copyright © Paris Thulare | Year Posted 2023
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