If the world is an ocean, then shall we become sharks.
The king of the jungle, the lion. A warrior, a sabre of light.
The magic sands at the end of hell. The chain that we must cut.
Faith, is everything, everything that is. Everything that is wrong and right.
The scale. The balance. Liberty and justice. Most of all, universal and eternal peace.
Raped, our goddess. Civilization, civilization, civilization. Our populous system on our “Mother Earth.”
I wonder so much, what is missing in the soul of others. The truth – And oh, how I am so alone. Sacred crucifix.
Assemble, the journey. Who will it be.
Unlock the fate. Party, till the end, for the Almighty.
Peace. Prosperity. And Enjoyment. Into the trio, you must be vowed to celestial.
Dude, let us get the f*** out SoCal, and buy a strap.
Planet oblivion waiting to go down, it’s been many revolutions.
The snake is the ultimate, perpetuated. What the fuck is wrong with the world.
Truly, like the fish, in the ocean. That’s what you are.
From damnation and the goddamned, your heart, my soul is breaking.
My sinus is broken, a clown. Can only be, summoning the true burly.
Do you even understand what the fuck is going on with the world.
Do you even understand what the f*** I’m saying. If you’re ain’t in then you’re simply a simpleton, simpleton tally 7 billion. Other tally 7. Eight, then maybe the game is in.
A spit is a bust, done in real time, busted out at the very moment.
With no particular thought, it starts with the first line and then it flows.