Critical mass, to critique the heathen masses.
To see through it all in the shade, the new futuristic glasses.
Down to rations, and ye have no faith.
The last U.S. President was America's big disgrace.
And these down south women are all about the chase.
To be saved by grace? I beg to differ.
To conquer your land with the Usumgal from the Big Dipper.
After rising and following when we sin.
And you're confused on the new Chun Li, her name is Lynn.
The blood of an Ainu, with you, times two.
Then add the baddie, through her spirit, we live.
"Ask and you shall receive?" Or is it better to give?
And you think I gave a fuck about your Syd?
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You have a lot of music. I can't keep a blog up here for all of it lol🧡
I appreciate you reading, Helela!