The classrooms wind whistles
as i jet ski thought the storm
Just when the Eye eye nestles
I take a brand new form
While i shift the Eye eye wrestles
My ideas and beliefs are scorn
I remember the summer days thistles
Touching which my skin is torn
Passing through the moon lite night
I spot a blue star beaten and crying
Riding on the jet ski doesn't make it right
Little spawns and little pawns always dying
Every second of the millennium makes me fight
Souls of soldiers one they were prying
Summon you god with all the will and might
Everything that you say LYING LYING LYING
So now i sit through the winter snow
Every day i must start a new fire
Most of what i do will most likely show
The dragons life is so close to the fire
Avoid it if you want but we all know
The burning flame that spells desire
You should never let stop the flow
For if you hold back i will admire
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