"I'll be the roundabout
The words will make you out 'n' out
I spent the day your way
Call it morning driving through the sound of
In and out the valley"
here's a poem:
Silver and gold
A godlike hold
Feeble minded fiend for these
They are like a disease
People fall and collapse over them, they fold into despair
Into a state of disrepair
Crumbled they fall
A fallen kingdom destroyed, it was greed all in all
@False_Hope:
here's a poem:
Silver and gold
A godlike hold
Feeble minded fiend for these
They are like a...