Quirk
I watch them dirty niggez step out the roof, bulletproof!
Henchmen of olden thoughts arrive at dawn to wake me up. From their dazed past they call upon me, requesting that I too shall walk their crimson pathway.
Through the velvet vestibule a man steps forth so bright. To sing a song of golden halls and journeys in the night.
Hello friends, life's treatin me real well, except for the fact that Lovely Maiden races towards me, what with me spending up all my lifen coins. The currency of life, the youth, the curiosity, the life lust.
The lust to do sin. The craving for pleasure. The numbing of the senses.
Indeed, the gift given to us is fragile and it shall not withstand the agony of apathy.
Henchmen of olden thoughts arrive at dawn to wake me up. From their dazed past they call upon me, requesting that I too shall walk their crimson pathway.
Through the velvet vestibule a man steps forth so bright. To sing a song of golden halls and journeys in the night.
Hello friends, life's treatin me real well, except for the fact that Lovely Maiden races towards me, what with me spending up all my lifen coins. The currency of life, the youth, the curiosity, the life lust.
The lust to do sin. The craving for pleasure. The numbing of the senses.
Indeed, the gift given to us is fragile and it shall not withstand the agony of apathy.
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