Futures-by Claudia Berdella
Reich’s will rise
And their empires will fall
All their silver and gold
Will boil when their story-
Isn’t of glory as foretold
Yeah I stole the title from an MSi song… I just had to bite their rhymes.
Ever start eating the grass growing in the courtyard because you paralyzed the air and can’t breathe after you ate too many ants at the Walm...
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