Its the darkest planet yet.
This is the warmest we can get.
My hell is my home,
Where the hideous creatures roam.
Missing earth, i asked my dad,
If theres any ideas, that he had.
He told me to shut it, and be a man,
To grow up, be as strong as I can.
He told me I will never be warm again,
Stuck on this planet that doesn't spin.
Why dad, why, have you done this to us?
You make me so mad, I want to cuss!
It turns out, it was a gambling debt.
We were here, because he lost a bet!
That night I took a stone to my dad,
I think he knew, that it was getting bad!
That night, I was ugly as the creatures,
I beat his head in, with a ******* rock!
His head was flat, and had no features.
Then I was,
On my own. .
Nobody voices to hear,
For I was alone.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
Its the darkest planet yet.
This is the warmest we can get.
My hell is my home,
Where the hideous creatures roam.
Missing earth, i asked my dad,
If theres any ideas, that he had.
He told me to shut it, and be a man,
To grow up, be as strong as I can.
He told me I will never be warm again,
Stuck on this planet that doesn't spin.
Why dad, why, have you done this to us?
You make me so mad, I want to cuss!
It turns out, it was a gambling debt.
We were here, because he lost a bet!
That night I took a stone to my dad,
I think he knew, that it was getting bad!
That night, I was ugly as the creatures,
I beat his head in, with a ******* rock!
His head was flat, and had no features.
Then I was,
On my own. .
Nobody voices to hear,
For I was alone.
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