That rhyme zeal n' determination stroke that had had me had the greatest of all times being the - G.O.A.T within my spirit and without my body so bent. Then the morn I'd make into nunnery and in sun I'd respite with my body cold and the night I'd morph for dawn or so. Strange times happen all the time. The bearers be the same to be. Who was had seen my sight as I am seeing. I'll get darkly gleams by Olam's might, certainly fine and past the notions nesting in seem.
Artwork by Jodekss ©2005
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