I promise you'll be never feeling cold,
Here's your fur coat and church candle.
Frescoes were slowly licked by the mold,
Swallowed, digested, and puked out. Maybe
You'll truly never ever feel unloved,
Coz your perception of love has been faked
By devastated creatures in the name of Lord
Who did strange things with them as well lately.
Clouds are shaking from the steps of Perv,
Snow keeps falling and sparkling with lewd glitter.
Winter molested me when I was twelve:
I grew up and I disowned the winter.
PR
Toulouse
Le perv
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