The elegy of the sun: finger flingers fiendish offspring.

Day 3,271, 19:20 • Published in USA USA • by shadowber

Oh how the mighty have fallen,
He who came from her loins.
Like a beggar he comes a callin,
He whose bust graced hells coins.
For SHAME he cannot shake off,
He who we voted pp.
We now look at him and scoff,
He who shall have no reprieve.

Cast off the wheel that is life,
His weave has spun off forlorn.
Replaced by the second best, Pfeiff,
She can do nothing but mourn.
For Kody5 was the Redeemer,
That Antichrist us denizens seek.
But now he is simply a dreamer,
In SHAME eternally bleak.