Perhaps yes
Undoubtedly
In full dismay!
Throttle to some
Now ready they
I be to them
The few yes
Throttle!
Give them so
Decidedly all
All I gotle!
Steer way
Awayyyyy
From any
Bottle
Janvier sec
No booze in
Me no MJ
Either in me
High on life
My waves of
Grains my
Energies whee
Whee’s won
Hard in doubts
Self-spun to
Be spinning so
Mad bad me
Be them
By had I
Turn I burn
Critics cries
All mine to
Bring me down
But in this mire
This mud this
Swamp so full
Donald has cum
To foul our minds
Confuse our beings
Divide our ships-
Friends once now
By him our foes
But in tales by
Fairies of old
I will fie fie
Fum him foe
Forever foul
Peops those
Re: pub lick cans
Not ruin my our
Plans to be to
United in states in
Acts in movements
As grounds common
Hound no more you
Donald you Aires I
Selfish lives that no
Longer know what
You do you few
Lost are you to you
Your selves do not
Even yourselves
Serve
You deserve
What Will be
Come of you
As the very
Worst pawns
No pleasures
Yours are now
Not for you as
You are numb
Bums on self
Destruct addicts
Of greed and lust
Soon surely fairly
Finally to bust
Here we will bear
Witness to your
Thirst fried up full
To fall hard down
You wanted a crown
Out of your reach
Watch we gladly
You drown drown
Explode on ground!
Silenced! No sound!!
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