Viva la Rebellion
Check out this white dog ‘Vanilla’
He hold it down for the scrilla
He got no ground to be realler
Makin rounds for The Tiller
DOWN VANILLA
I got no pound for you killa
I show my fangs when you stand up
You’re like a waste of my venom
We’re running out of time. A time that seems so trivial to a species who believe they were born of God. And yes, this may be true, I mean obviously. If we were not born of God then what were we born of? Nothing? Even if we were born of nothing, then nothing is our God because nothing created everything. Or some krazy multi-demensional conspiracy? That is quite an amusing thought but let us now think with our super-computerlike brains for a sec.
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