Holy Storm Poem by Moses Samandar
Holy Storm
Unformatted Giberesh, Making a life for the self, Ultima.
RPG cravings, lett'a letter mode, wha' wha' listen ma' man.
Female atire, a genuis 8-Ball, wha' so ever, news actualities.
Real'mente, Matrix glance, I can breath healthily, wha' wha'.
Get out of the way, succession, livre, libre, you take me to a higher plateau.
The past is over, the future is here.
Wha' wha' gibbbresh.
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