Call me the great American Sweede
I’ve clearly got it all.
But son, sun, little miniature mouse
My gloves don’t even fit right so..
You’ve gotta search cellar house.

A merry rise builds off a muscled fall.
So watch and learn; success is failure.

Arsonists!
Flee this game of fetch at once,
Banished from his house while constructing persists,
My lord accepts all gifts, but, stolen shingles.
This guy can’t catch em at all ash, just a fresh flicker.

Ts’ whut happens win ya work dog units.

Wipe yo feet in De Spain!
But take them off in the next hemisphere.
Keep snopin around Charlie and get linked to the chain,
Burn through to leave that mark and
You’ll flee through the dark again.

Well it all comes down to this brother
Mclenden
Is there one looking glass in dark dwelling?
Or do your eyes always fix on another?

Make cinders of sleeping pieces and blow up the pawns.
Suckling from the breast of success doesn’t always bring one piece.

Go ahead of me dawn
Try to stop this one at the root
Or it’ll pursue you
Too.

Red skies coat brown guys with beauty in white light eyes.