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Many kicks, many pains to battle
Mummy complains; “please be gentle”.
You make me beat my chest; “am the man”
You are my future number one plan.
Lemme go on to catch a grenade;
Love I got for you will never fade…
Allow good genes translates sweet berries
A future without you is barren…
Can’t wait to hear you call me daddy
Call mummy too, she is gladden.
Armageddon is having funEver since the blue skies collapsed…Humanity hops, jumps and runsFalling into core heat of hellWhere our hopes are melted by darknessAnd a…
Would the sun ever regain her brighten? Would corona coronation stop being heightened? Yes, it is taking souls and instilling fear No one wants common…
I have a dream, and in that dream, Apocalypse made reverse flip She flooded streets, with a reset, Giving them back all in their bank…
Title: Mourner’s Anthem When breeze blow the dust follows In my arms I watched her go Now I know why Jesus wept; Wish she has…
Sweetness.
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