Delightful
Growth
Violet
Souffle
Elephant
Breathe
Cherry
Phantasmic
Sauce
Shmegma
Lube
Freedom
Gunslinger
Seppuku
Lebron
Destructive
Dysfunctional
First
Prostate
Aid
Blossom
Psoriasis
Fergalicious
Apostrophe
The phantasmic of freedom,
the only space I could breathe.
I still don't know what's happening to me.
I see both sides of the Apostrophe,
The dark and the light,
separated,
but there is a war
we must be ready to fight.
The sky turned violet,
From the destructive violence,
Frightened but enlightened,
There will be growth by night end.
The cherry blossom tree,
the goal we must reach,
the place where your soul
may find its peace.
A souffle of rays
like a lightning beam,
who will be first to aid,
In this dysfunctional charade
of the sight we've seen?
When Lebron had waked,
energy bigger than an elephant prostate,
he told me about a man,
Stuck and doomed to his fate.
The shmegma gunslinger
that got lost in the sauce,
No one really knows what started his cause.
He never got to meet
the woman of his dreams,
then psoriasis took over,
and he ended everything.
Seppuku style,
His blood lube the tile,
Slipping through the cracks,
He knew he wasn't coming back.
He had a child,
a soul so delightful,
Who saw the doom
that happened at night fall.
A fergalicius energy,
She's marked by the tree.
This man doesn't know
he's talking about me...
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