The king prophet said weakness is a land
See you in the dark in the terrible sun
Before I see, you on the tree,
Wake up Weak, you're almost gone.
Right.
The gentle feeling listen on a trip,
This is the best part, it goes to our head
Weak and Crow, in the realm of script,
Fear of friends, i'm almost gone.
Yeah.
See you in color TVs,
Realm of blame don't fear it.
Catching in society,
Crown of Crow is burning.
Yeah
The king crow have speaking,
The creation spelling.
The vultures devoured him,
The weak survived at it,
Now.
Listen to the maze
Listen, listen, listen to the maze
The prophet said,
Tuxedos stink
their smolder
Nowadays
Now, a day
The music dies
Vultures overcome
Let it road baby
Road honey
Let's road
Let's road
Wake up Weak, you're almost gone.
Right.
Fear of friends, i'm almost gone.
Lady Jane cry, Lady Jane cry me.
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Strange Days - Collection of Poems
PoetryFor a considerable duration, I've dedicated myself to crafting an array of poetry and songs, often intertwining the two. The allure of poetry lies in its melodic potential, a quality absent in what some might label as lifeless words. It's this attri...
