Cry, until my dying day;
Why, is this really the way?
Alone with my very last breath;
I wish for pease, at least 'till my death.
I waste my time, I count to ten;
And I sit looking at old Big Ben.
I look to the east, yet ride to the west;
Just tell me, is this whats best?
One day I'll ask for food, but from a beast;
Because if I ask you, you'd give me a feast.
I uphold the Eve of Time;
Asking questions, is that such a crime?
great
what a horrid day
hey wait!
i want you in the way
so stand in the line of fire
answer my deadly desire
red blue purple and gold
in your embrace i need to fold
tie me up
yes very tight
yes this is fun
i'll put up a play fight
i scratch, i bite, i pinch
come have fun with this wench
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