With one big swing he flapped his wing
Blowing the bells to make it ring
To open the gates of heaven for worshiping
Anon, he would be falling
Flying, soaring, anon he would be falling
Enamoured with women, Giants would start rising
Roaring, wailing for their sin they'd be bawling
Mourning, regretting, for their sin they'd be falling
-dnlbllrd
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 8:59 AM UTC
With one big swing he flapped his wing
Blowing the bells to make it ring
To open the gates of heaven for worshiping
Anon, he would be falling
Flying, soaring, anon he would be falling
Enamoured with women, Giants would start rising
Roaring, wailing for their sin they'd be bawling
Mourning, regretting, for their sin they'd be falling
-dnlbllrd
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