Pluto, the color of grass used to be green
How does it feel to be obsessed with your queen?
Picking flowers while surrounded by ewe
It stank, and I knew it was you!
Order your horses to hold your chariot back
As she never wanted to be your jack
Proserpina, the woman in sculpted marble
How does it feel to be a ruler in his world?
It stinks, and suddenly it was Gian!
With his great hammer, behind it all, began
As we might thank him for telling our stories
The pious prodigy, full of creations he could not resist
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 6:47 AM UTC
Pluto, the color of grass used to be green
How does it feel to be obsessed with your queen?
Picking flowers while surrounded by ewe
It stank, and I knew it was you!
Order your horses to hold your chariot back
As she never wanted to be your jack
Proserpina, the woman in sculpted marble
How does it feel to be a ruler in his world?
It stinks, and suddenly it was Gian!
With his great hammer, behind it all, began
As we might thank him for telling our stories
The pious prodigy, full of creations he could not resist
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