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Apr 2017
He was the Devils son bringing rage war, and spores women Gouls and ******.

Set around telling ghostly tells as the fire bring"s you all warmth with a hint of hellish ambers.


The sky was casting new colors.

As, the Devils sun brought, the star of light so bright it would bring the strangist kinds of fright.


God, was vanished from space on a new creation Un know by the many.


Cars trucks smog filth bras pars Mars flares.


I'm the bringer of scars I eat steel and feed on will.


So as that's said take your most precious of pills.


For my might, and fright is sure to appeal to your depression and anxiety.


The whole family of light, where sent from the golden oak tree.


We bringith, are Powers to send you back to hell you man of diaster.


There's no Power, over mine you can ask my father.


Keep in mind, we are the women of light that disrupts your evil with hints of love.


Laughter, was echoed from his whole being is that your best joke.


Please leave, for my Power needs too warm up also a hint duck.


He extrude black orange, inky like substances and it fogged the entire area the women of light where blasted away.


As he began to laugh and say he he!

The women, pick there self from the great "Mountain" side an Push pure energy into his place.


Yummy was that meant for my tummy.


Because your Power's are a wink at sad fashion.


Not sorry, for here's mine the Mountain, then scatters across the vast land.
Written by
Timothy hill  Ny
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