Their king,
Will bring the ring of spring.
He flings the ring.
The academy, of agony...
Theres a strategy,
Of mortality.
Spiritually she was unhappy.
Emotionally?
He was as cold as ice.
The price for advice?
Think twice before you slice.
More on the floor,
Than on the table.
Unable to be stable, label the disable?
The fable doesn't add up.
Aren't you glad?
No?
So, what do you know?
Growing a plant, it'll grant a chant.
Ranting out in front of you,
Confront with a grunt,
Or hunt that runt?
What'll it be?
The sea.
What degree is the sea at?
Is the ocean flat?
Nonsense!
The concepts of the ocean are quite grand!
Now would you lend a hand,
And stand to demand?
Demand the unplanned!
Withstand the banned,
Misunderstand?
He's slammed, jammed, damned!
But he also hangs there, unwillingly... killing me.
His spirit stays in the west wing.
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