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Its free to your doom The way depends on whom I took the the road Leading to my loaf Only to meet the white wolf Gentle was the smile Spotted from a mile Oh! ..I knew I had nailed it And i was a perfect fit Oh how did the apple tree produce a watermelon? How did my hopes just turn me into a felon ? Did the gods now forbid ? What is known to be sacred? Has the **** gained soo much courage to share in the meat of lions? Oh! My feeble understanding of truth Has being used to fertilize their fruit But the gentle smile... Leads to exile down the Nile.. Then, I  agree I made my move Left my room to meet my doom Let the facade white wolf Know how claptrap are his moves
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
Choice
Its free to your doom The way depends on whom I took the the road Leading to my loaf Only to meet the white wolf Gentle was the smile Spotted from a mile Oh! ..I knew I had nailed it And i was a perfect fit Oh how did the apple tree produce a watermelon? How did my hopes just turn me into a felon ? Did the gods now forbid ? What is known to be sacred? Has the **** gained soo much courage to share in the meat of lions? Oh! My feeble understanding of truth Has being used to fertilize their fruit But the gentle smile... Leads to exile down the Nile.. Then, I  agree I made my move Left my room to meet my doom Let the facade white wolf Know how claptrap are his moves
Choices have created wrong circumstances... But the choice was for the better tho.
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
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