a clashing of swords. probably over some broad. some absurd words.... over-heard. did not fly over Big Bird's head. the crescent is an eagle peasant. the slashes of my rapier isn't pleasant. robbing & stealing.... hand over those expired emperors; ie.... and dead presidents. my nosiest squire has supplied me with the address of your residence. The Black Death is a pestilence. embedded and released in a poem i sentenced. Due to their lack of repentance. I've dispensed the forward regiment. Let this steel bullet point - leave a stain... to remain - and remind those that follow; of my testament. and feel the sentiment of my exercising restrain. Francis Xavier
a clashing of swords.
probably over some broad.
some absurd words.... over-heard.
did not fly over Big Bird's head.
the crescent is an eagle peasant.
the slashes of my rapier isn't pleasant.
robbing & stealing.... hand over those expired emperors;
ie.... and dead presidents.
my nosiest squire has supplied me with the address
of your residence. The Black Death is a pestilence.
embedded and released in a poem i sentenced.
Due to their lack of repentance.
I've dispensed the forward regiment.
Let this steel bullet point - leave a stain...
to remain - and remind those that follow;
of my testament. and feel the sentiment
of my exercising restrain.
Francis Xavier
@@bthoroughjames4022 Thanks for sharing!