we were just two corns in a hot farm
sun on us, harsh **** terrible harm
every men, waiting
for us get burned
better taste maybe
horrible fate
we went on a journey
such a long trip
riding on a donkey
of a Maize ****
one became Pop
and the other Oil
holy saint, whatever
give me your soul
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC
we were just two corns in a hot farm
sun on us, harsh **** terrible harm
every men, waiting
for us get burned
better taste maybe
horrible fate
we went on a journey
such a long trip
riding on a donkey
of a Maize ****
one became Pop
and the other Oil
holy saint, whatever
give me your soul
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