mood

Face shape grumpy ape at a space invader

Straightener, nailed like Christ’s wrists alive with slits from whips

Scourging and passion, my comeback as massive

Passover every night, four tokes about right, pass it left

Slipping bonds more than posting them

Wanted posters got my good side

Bounties denied, Mars’ pride

My gunfire delights his red eyes

My eyes ride, drip glints the ice of Midas

Infant daughter grew up, got caught up and turn into a gold ingot

Every pot I piss in glints like something Dwarven-made, walls glisten

With the instrument of mithril, light as an anorexic, hard as viagra dick

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