The one with the night stick, the Tall Grey Prick.
Abducting minds and being a misfit.
Solid like shake, we war with what's to come.
To be with her is to be one's numb.
Fight, the height, the angel with great strength.
Michael lost his soul, his grave after staked.
Too many times, I cannot trust.
The one who continues to wine and fuss.
No more rights, I get what I want.
A best friend w…
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