Inflate, debate, life stuck on a stake.
Create, facade, Nimrod the new god.
Alone, He trusts, one size fits all.
In the system, yet they still wanna call.
Fall as we ball, the facts then enriched.
Granted a death wish, after the first kiss.
Spread the flu, please mask up.
Back from the future, I then say, "What up?"
To her, my Queen, Nectar like tree.
Steep as a hill, and sharp like a bee.
What's seen, is what saw, "it" then falls to the ground.
Jesus like Mary, the Merry Go Round.
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