"Open it up, open it!"
"Move Brat, this is mine!"
"hell no, move away!"
"Hey, hey kids quiet down now!"
"But mom he started it first"
"Now kids get your presents and go to your room"
"Fine!!!"
There is a little town where the houses are metallic and grey and smooth
The streets deserted with dust and the clouds darken with clay
In the middle of it all stand a figure in which people were praising at.
It had a nice smile and receive all the gifts
The people were happy
But their happiness were gripped from the clutches of government
Not one drop of love was share
And thus it was spread around the town
The kids went back to their room, letting the greediness absorbed through their skin
The mother sat down, thinking about the last time her man cared for her
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
"Open it up, open it!"
"Move Brat, this is mine!"
"hell no, move away!"
"Hey, hey kids quiet down now!"
"But mom he started it first"
"Now kids get your presents and go to your room"
"Fine!!!"
There is a little town where the houses are metallic and grey and smooth
The streets deserted with dust and the clouds darken with clay
In the middle of it all stand a figure in which people were praising at.
It had a nice smile and receive all the gifts
The people were happy
But their happiness were gripped from the clutches of government
Not one drop of love was share
And thus it was spread around the town
The kids went back to their room, letting the greediness absorbed through their skin
The mother sat down, thinking about the last time her man cared for her
This was one of my christmas themes
