Terra Mozila
Letemdangle
Published
10/19/2011
Three swanks of the hill, I see the hulk debased and stripped.
There I compel my turbulentic soul to mangle the memory of those who spat next to me.
Testor , testor! I felendrick the humber passes as if pestelence harbours my ever decayic soul.
Halgric my woristic foul, "Your stench races the hooves of many a quandry". Divert and rescind such predirktibility, your maleficence eats as it ruts the roads to glory days.
I's of march and daze of daun, the Hebrews march is Christ defauned!
Recall my song. It enriches your feeble minds and makes hard the weebly wand!
There I compel my turbulentic soul to mangle the memory of those who spat next to me.
Testor , testor! I felendrick the humber passes as if pestelence harbours my ever decayic soul.
Halgric my woristic foul, "Your stench races the hooves of many a quandry". Divert and rescind such predirktibility, your maleficence eats as it ruts the roads to glory days.
I's of march and daze of daun, the Hebrews march is Christ defauned!
Recall my song. It enriches your feeble minds and makes hard the weebly wand!
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