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Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
To get her so close
Finally to see her undress
To see her pose
A relief from her stress
The moment to strike
Is before my very hands
I let out my pike
To fulfill her demands
With no more rest
I plunge in my knife
She wasn't ready for the test
Ecstasy begins to flow in to her life
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
The world has lost its storage
I don't have the green courage
I will always cower
Without the red power
Or a kingdom
To provide me the blue wisdom
But I have this bow
Which will be my start to the golden glow
Bonus Points you can guess what this is referencing!
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
I can't decipher this code
I seem to be stuck in this mode
It's almost as if you installed a virus
Infecting me and controlling me to program an "Us"
Bonus points if you can figure out where I got the inspiration for this one!
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
I'm sorry I didn't give you a say
But this is where I'll stay
I'm not going to run
I can't fail everyone
With this plan
I'll end this where it all began
Bonus points if you catch what this is referencing!
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
Seeing his liver
Certainly caused a shiver...
To them, but not to me
For now I roam free
Upon this ****** ice
That is a paradise
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
Look at where you are
You have strung the bow
And you have readied your arrow
Yet you have this bar
Preventing you from finishing the act
Don't tell me you hunger for life
You wanted to end this strife
Release your grip and prepare for the impact
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
We start in August
Only because we must
When it hits September
We become a new member
Then we have fun in October
Where we forget to remain sober
While we give thanks in November
We begin to lose the ember
The blur moves into December
There we will remember
We wake up in January
To end our merry
Then we embrace February
To find our fairy
And we begin to March
For the colorful arch
Which we greet April
To show we are able
Then we see May
Where we each go on our own way
To strive in June
Is what we consider a boon
The party arrives in July
Where the fireworks fly
And we start again in August
Only because we must
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