Scattered HatsGrow em drop em use em pop em flop em
and pop em like a fat in man in the police station.
Light of the sun hits my goals like a trap of souls in a war of
dead retired english men
yo yo yo yo I'm uncle ben
was only seven the first time he did it, but that didn't stop him from
letting him flow down the fice cakes farm like light on a stick
will swallow your soul and consume you
The ovulation of the wave that is what I once craved
until stuff got lit and my got all raved like a man in a cave
with the king of love in the middle of the pits of hell finding the world
and you, lie to yourself to save your loved ones
Now the children are no longer the chosen ones
with loaded guns shoot the sun just for fun but if
you find me here you will know if never happened
-finished 5/19/2018 4:55:12 PM PST
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