–.. VERSE FOR THE VOICELESS

I got fraunce. I see you daunce. Holy Eiffel lemme join the traunce, for I touch and everything goes bam. They need to see that they need to feel our wrath as you’re understaffed so I rush and then momentarily stop… Cause the president to laugh “even I have more thrust than that” collapse his bones dust and the Eiffel towers tips splits apart… Both ends touching the ground as we break all rules navigating this construct.. we were just chasing each other in front but because like that one kid off the balcony they didn’t have to fall much.. just lowered their butts but only because I had your daughters lips in front!

Now gimme a pouch you little roo. To my baby Hailie. You want love when is he dying? The coffins be wondering. Evan goto sleep your wish.