We're Gods
• Written by D-Long-
Sold my soul to the lowest bidder,
Only figures in my pockets, low behold
Hole is bigger, Controlling bitter
thoughts in this homeless winter
Knots in this only feature where we drop
All these merits when we're not,
No we're parrots, shopped for the fairest
Price, Bare precise measurements
Endeavor them tearing eyes
Never rise in these flames
But names hang as Gods
Still breathing, seething reign in odds
Danger cropped, reaped, treated and
Hanged to rot, but at least we're Gods
Leashed to rocks, weeks to plot
The bleak defeat of mobs
Skip the king, I drop non-believers
Hot demeanor, Sun sets the mood
But morning's not your clean up
Screen up, now's the time to act
But all you do is freeze shut
Freak, what? I free cut so frequent
I rk fea's fuck! (Wreak Fees/ F-r-ea-k)
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D-Long-
Member since December 24 2013