Feeling gutty in the middle of the cut
stone
Slumped over with a treacherous hunch
bones
Molten metal marrow, oil, coolant and blood
growth
More like chicanery, leveling up to overpowered
To jamming the hand cannons taking potshots at cell towers
ghost
Tracks sound eerie through the frigid fog
That yell, was it sasquatch or bullfrog courting bullfrog?
post
Posted up on the corners, mugs lookin' mean
***** sidewalk questions if it's ever been clean
gold
Are we little bits of carbon waiting to turn to gemstone
Or are we really just coal for the furnaces that feed the stacks of smoke?
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 1:16 AM UTC
Feeling gutty in the middle of the cut
stone
Slumped over with a treacherous hunch
bones
Molten metal marrow, oil, coolant and blood
growth
More like chicanery, leveling up to overpowered
To jamming the hand cannons taking potshots at cell towers
ghost
Tracks sound eerie through the frigid fog
That yell, was it sasquatch or bullfrog courting bullfrog?
post
Posted up on the corners, mugs lookin' mean
***** sidewalk questions if it's ever been clean
gold
Are we little bits of carbon waiting to turn to gemstone
Or are we really just coal for the furnaces that feed the stacks of smoke?
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