Say goodbye
Make the hood glide
Say goodbye
Its all a lie!
Turn this to the thrown
Churned calls, catching colds.
Say sorry since such shouldn't
He headed, hurried heaven
Poor people pound prone
The rich roll, reach the rolling
He headed, hurried heaven
Churned calls, catching colds
Say goodbye
Make the hood glide
Say goodbye
Its all a lie!
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Ange d'lamour (Angel of Love)
PoetryJust a form of expressionism that people may or may not relate to. Warning: Some content is offensive in one way or another.
