Sharpen the blade
Never hesitate to
reach the gate.
Sounds whistling
Snow Glistening
Let me go there
I am not listening.
Life is faded all
the way it tricks
me off the way
I made it.
Get the way it done
May God give me a gun?
'll shoot you on a run.
Give me a shout
Made it so loud
Why?It was so rude
Try the way I proud.
facetime death with a procrastination
Choose a destination with all the restoration
with the heart of the **** and shot.
Hit that holy Foul in a pit
I can not grant you a lit
Do me a great favour by just not giving a ****!
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