Oct 2017
"The Chimney Sweeps are children"
And suddenly we're back
In the 18th century
Sitting in a blackened church
And I am the monarch
Indifferent to it all
And suddenly we're back
In the 18th century
Sitting in a blackened church
And I am the monarch
Indifferent to it all
i actually... hate this poem. But I guess I should publish it anyways
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