"whords" poems
Bored , hearing bout the state of the country
Whords struggles & rich #*#$ thievery
I debate all this negativity be a tool
To keep me melancholy not living to my ability
Nobility still be on the wickedry
Hierachy plunder
Just wanna
Drift with snow gypsys out on the Tundra
Stifle the hunger for all things wild
Hear the thunder roll
Sounds of the souls of the war child
No road No tiles
One code No files
Survival mode no abode for miles
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 9:00 AM UTC
Wherds Wirds
Arrgh our
At Rat
My Mye
Mer, sea mercy
Words Whords
Ah are
Rat rhat
Meye Mie
Merci mer see
Whirds Wurds
R ar
Hat hgat
Mye mai
Myrhh c murse sí
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC