Gods Of War! -yeah im one
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IP:
Ok…. The clock clicks, the tock ticks, the bell rings what things in?
The lound ringing is hurting, the box lurking in the middle, lets flip the lid
Tip off the top, to rock off your socks. The shit hits the fan, its too hot to handle.
The box top pops out and opens, immediately heating the room something like ghandi’s sandal
Out steps the complex weedex, grabbing respect by the neck and turning this shamble to scramble!
-Only problem i have is keeping it down to five lines. Wat u think?
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