Dat dang dowg

Don’t die

Damn dang dowg

Don’t dish down, dine

Dude dat dog did Devon dirty

GET OUT OF BED IT’S SEVEN THIRTY

Un

Dead

Road

Head

Wet

Bed

We

Met

Dad's

Shed

He

Said

Spoon

Fed

We

Fled

Un

Dead

Can what he does make sense

Yellow eyes little fudgy fingers he's got his hand in you and your mother's cookie jar

BRIGHT

He flashbangs you

Its Rust in Modern Warfare 2

You weren't here you don't even live here-

This isn't real.

What he does can't make sense

Oh Dear Morg,

Please leave me be.

For all I have done is hide under my tree.

I know you must come for a sacrifice.

But all I can offer is this bag of rice.

You travel through the rift,

to come and see.

He who has wronged you,

and that he is me.

I'm sorry, dear Morg,

for what I have done.

Crouched under my tree,

I stare at the sun.

The beams of light,

they shine on my face.

As I wait for your embrace.

Dearest Morg,

You soon will see.

I am the demon of the rift,

and through your skin my claws will sift.

For my dearest Morg,

you thought yourself safe.

Tonight you will die.

Let's end this chase.

Grey haired man

So wise, so brave

The summer sun broke even the strongest horses

Dehydration was of no concern to you

But you drank from your small canteen sparingly

You saved Vindres from dehydration

With her dead we would have no leader now.

I must thank you Yosanova Polyana

Our water we now give to you

Your name will outlive even us

All Against New China Raise Their Hands In Protest