At the sound of the Bel, to load shells, to deliver on Sunday, "You got mail!"
Wantin' to nail? To all fall down? To inherit the Earth? Ur a clown.
And as the trumpet sounds, at the speed of sound, but this Star is the White Light.
So thas when
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The D.C. Sniper or the Washington Tetra Sh0t?
To cross the street while lookin' both ways.
And the Faith "Shades of Gray," to E(Clipse) the sunrays.
With her at the helm, to watch the "Esport" film.
Welcome to My Realm, the Aquatic Subatomic.
