It’s starting to smell
Should I follow the plan
The walking feet of life
We will conquer the land
God of the sky, Zeus
Ultimate Hercules
One day when I am free
And it’s just me
Finally, the twisted curse over
I heard some weird sounds
There’s only one thing now
Gotta’ get the fuck out
Is it one month or three more days
The earth, I feel, rock of ocean
The water beats but not my mother
Nobody
It was all our curse. Bide the time.
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the residue matters is shaking in our underground sewers and the gutters are starting to smell.
…Thunder-God, *Raiden.
Fixed.