1 entry | | |  |  |  | Poem | wrote |  | In a world where people believe, That thin air is a god, And every girl in essex, most certainly is a dog. It's almost hard to believe, That the world can be hearty. But then a real god was formed, In the form of a faceparty. Now there has been a lot of problems, Like peedos, pervs, and twatlings. But rest assured faceparty will Disperse the cunts with gatlings. For deep inside old worship street, There lives a world of fire, Where demons go to suck some blood, And Grim Rita's |  |  |  | 1 entry | | |
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