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HedgehogIII

Farmer
His corpse shall sink to the deep deep dark
his limbs torn off by a starving shark
And his skeleton will be lost through the ages of fish
Until one of his allies on a star they wish
 

Cuddlebug

Farmer
His corpse shall sink to the deep deep dark
his limbs torn off by a starving shark
And his skeleton will be lost through the ages of fish
Until one of his allies on a star they wish
to travel back in time to hide the dagger
from the great impostor with the help of a bagger
so no one will get stabbed anymore
and all together roll laughing on the floor 😇
 

HedgehogIII

Farmer
Your attempt to make this a wholesome story
will only combated by something even more gory
where a time machine won’t every be found
and the Lewis hater’s body will rest unsafe and sound
 

Cuddlebug

Farmer
Your attempt to make this a wholesome story
will only combated by something even more gory
where a time machine won’t every be found
and the Lewis hater’s body will rest unsafe and sound
Yes, it seems you're no friend of a happy ending
for this special case so let's just pretending
that you've got your will, on the paper you're god
and someone turns all this here in a mod 😄
 

HedgehogIII

Farmer
Yeah I thought you would do so, but let me admit,
I didn't thought you (not the smalest bit)
to be such a Lewis-loving Guy,
so what about shortly telling me: WHY???
No, I still hate the man, don’t like him just at all
but murder is fun so I’ll take life’s fall
 

Cuddlebug

Farmer
No, I still hate the man, don’t like him just at all
but murder is fun so I’ll take life’s fall
I'm not sure since when
a murder is fun
even if you're not his greatest fan
the worst solution is always a gun...

(Of topic: can we just stop writing about murder and so? Choose another topic, please, this one's disturbing my pacifistic mindset too much...)
 

HedgehogIII

Farmer
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay;


I wrote this trust
 

Cuddlebug

Farmer
Awaiting the sunshine but just getting rain
Praying for joy, but just getting pain
so I gether my strength and ride up the storm
trusting my heart will always stay warm
 
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