20.7.2023 | 00:33
Doubts are in you, ljóð frá 18. apríl 2022.
Doubts are in you, deny none, just grow,
dynamics of other planets still.
Newall is the best of books,
better know that carnal will.
Solid ground for people proud,
pray or say the truth out loud!
Walking by and with her all the hooks!
Maybe did I more than love that babe,
maidens, her or thought of something right.
Guns are blaring, pure in pain,
pitiful there every night.
Simple children sinful live,
so they have no love to give?
What they call the guinea, piggy gain.
Telly lies, I take no more of that.
Tolerate the other views or die.
Spirits gone and zombies, zone,
zebras thought they'd have some cry.
Gotta fly and get it done,
gear for two or maybe none.
Hero? Christ, oh only drying drone!
Justice? Satellites are we at wake!
Wokist? Could you turn the phrase some more?
If you feel it, only rule,
other's will just like before.
Ask you, is it really you?
Other maybe? - Then why, who?
Wasn't her that was so bad and cruel.
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