Take the wool
Take the tool
Paint it brightly
Paint it right
Make them regret
The buying and bet
Destroying lives
Left and right
They're not your servants
Once they pass the cervix
Fix them up
Let them out
Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!
One for the master, one for the dame,
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poesía1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
