2016-07-21 at 2:47 AM UTC
Saw the line flatten - asked: "any last thoughts?"
The shards plot paths to your yard's door
Hard fought sagas, you are what you ask for
Pass more shit through your system for wisdom
The masked hoards drift in to the distance
Last call for the tricksters and vixens
Mixed with a difference I shift like the pistons
And yes I guess I did something once
And yes, yes whatever next dunce is done
They bled red, I sever flesh, drunk the blood
And left death a step ahead crumbling punk
It's like fresh leaves turning into red leaves; autumn
Dead leaves turning into fresh green portions
Bless these vermin the rest keep falling
Emcee Sophie turning kids into next week's orphans.
Dang.
2016-07-21 at 2:12 PM UTC
*Wiggity wiggity woo woo wooahp*
*Drops the mic*
2016-07-21 at 6:50 PM UTC
I only read the topic title before.
