All Thanks To Poetrysoup
Abc to the P
Servitude, will I flee
Captivity, I sue.
All thanks to poetrysoup
Like a lion,
I roar
With the Iron,
I roll,
Poetrysoup's throne,
Will I stand to withhold
In the berth of little pen,
Lost in the depth of sinful den
And falls on the lanky route.
Sighting above, poetrysoup's root,
I cruise like a soldier in his lusty hood.
In the emptiness of proficiency,
Dying in the bed of nonentity,
And finding not the aid box.
Agreeably, it caused the brain's burst
For my name, poetrysoup stood and faught
Now I stand I say "I live to find no fault"
Once again,
Appreciation to poetrysoup's stunt.
THEME:Appreciation
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