The hours of day when the sun is up,
The people play fine, until time had jumped.
The boys, and the girls, and just everyone,
Will have something to do under their bright sun.
They talk, they chat, they step, they curse,
They ruin our city by making things worse.
Some trash, some spit, some steal, some shout,
It won't be long until even you figure it out... ... ...
These immoral humans think they have it all,
Owning and ruling, they're actions are just dull.
They are of no significance, zero importance.
Good for nothing, they don't stand a chance!
When the night has shoved the day away,
And fair Verona's streets are empty of day,
When the moon is out, so bright and glorious,
We all come out when you least expect us... ... ...
Dracula and 1343
We know these gruesome tales both you and me,
An unfortunate series of events, waiting to happen,
And these humans will accept their revenge until then...
But for now, have some pasta!~
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Organs, but with Pasta
General Fiction"Organs but with pasta?" "Organs, but with pasta." We laughed it off. I still could not wrap my head around the fact that we are both different and definitely should not be together. But she gives off this sense of comfort and ease to me, that make...
