A heart of pink,
Flashes upon this screen,
Owned by the wolf,
That hides in sheeps
Clothing.
Winding in the light,
Nor in the dark,
Does this love show,
For whom it concerns.
A heart of pink,
Flashes upon this screen,
Owned by the wolf,
That hides in sheeps
Clothing.
Winding in the light,
Nor in the dark,
Does this love show,
For whom it concerns.
Except I didn’t ‘sheep’ on votes.
On what?
A sheep whom,
You may call.
An eternity of,
Lynching and,
Life do not show.
Now lynch the cat,
That hides behind,
Our back.
That’s enough rhymes
Plus its confirmed you are afraid to vote my suspected scum reads among Parfait, Maximus and Insanity (not to mention Whamm)
Oh yeah, Insanity - I forgot.
At least I am considering the claims for now.
So…
I’m willing to sheep… but who…
The Govenor may call,
But he does not see,
For a lynch will fail,
For the world to see.
Isn’t governer a role?
I don’t know, shouldn’t Parfait and Insanity willing to counterclaim?
A role whom destroys,
But never creates,
One that creates,
A paradox,
Of mislynches.
K English now go!
The Govenor destroys,
The conception of lynches,
In the sound of song,
And the glory,
Of the Town.
English you utter filter.
Counterclaim what?
You are a governor?
A restriction plauges me,
For nothing as I say,
Will i be cured of,
This eternal impurity?
I feel as if she has to rhyme because she did something…
If you read,
I do not rhyme,
I only write in,
Formats of old.