Look at how they look at how they look?
It's all the mirrors fault.
He had never seen anyone so fierce yet so fearless.
Nobody feared him, not even that fly that keeps buzzing at his sore lips
Cracked from the raging winter cold.
The snow came in Showers
like the sky was doing some serious coke.
Little wonder it's always forever so high.
And if ever the sky falls down, then that would be the day.
They heard a loud noise! Suddenly
Another molatav thrown at them,
Or was it a bazuka?
Worse still it could be dragons tonsils
You never know with these ningas
They had a lot of sleeves up their Tricks
Stealth as Ill gotten wealth.
There were no casualties so far, but it was only a matter of time.
This war had been coming for quite some time now, everyone knew, even the horses.
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