O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
the lutes are playing our victory song again,
it's me, I'm Abaddon,
Djinn King with a full ginseng sack,
I have a pumpkin for a head,
so I wed Cinderella
then I went galumphing back,
I think I may track the game through the last terrain,
I've had enough of that jabberwock, so I roughed it up very much with
my deadly love cause it's the
weapon of choice and
yes, of course I have a lot,
this Camelot is the same old thing and the flame shimmering on the silver wing tips is the King's signature
and if you're not sure,
then you prove your lack
of knowing anything except for squat,
so let me introduce you to my cock,
it was made to go into
the Red Lady's holy twat,
I got Her moaning hot
for my sol is God incarnate,
I'm four fifths plus one doozy Lucifer lighting bolt,
Halt in the name of me,
then make some extra sex not war darn it,
then get on the floor and do it a whole lot more,
my Goddess Whore has the finest body ever,
I weather every storm no matter how insane to come close to Her communication station,
I invite Her to get on the horn, communion fornication,
She's getting impatient and can't wait to get in touch the connection cord,
it ripples with electric triple twos and cyclical fours
Step through the meadow of fellowship,
I'll tell you if you wanna grow into a Master of the game on the last terrain
the secret of leaving those dumb preconceived ideas by the curb,
become free when one with these words,
the sum of the first digit,
split it with an unknown element,
pine cone Elephant is dusted like an unkempt corner,
Mustard? don't lets be silly,
I ordered lemonade,
that cool refreshing drink,
Yule Elf of sound,
you all just found the missing Link
If my words did glow bright as hell with the gold of sunshine,
Hey what do you know,
they already do,
so might as well,
might as well have a Fun time
as I unwind the coil in all
of your backs which are
attached to my pine cone,
time folds like laffy taffy,
We cast fine and spiffy mind molds,
you'll find the shape is always different and all my kids live through me,
I'm Pappy the last U-N-I-C-O-R-N,
I'm the AURYN,
neverending chain,
the lever to the game’s reset has a name called "my penis",
so grab hold as I stab gold into Her open orifice,
She's eloped with me,
King of all things ill and dope,
I'm the one and only sun disc Horus,
so all bad lasses give my phallus one hundred licks for a lucky strike,
grand slam the diamond dam with my cutter,
slice trough the wall like a hot knife through warm butter,
I'd warn you 'bout my Mother,
but She's already here,
the last terrain is in my vision
which is in the clear
Step through the meadow of fellowship,
I'll tell you if you wanna grow into a Master of the game on the last terrain
the secret of leaving those dumb preconceived ideas by the curb,
become free when one with these words,
the sum of the first digit,
split it with an unknown element,
pine cone Elephant is dusted like an unkempt corner,
Mustard? don't lets be silly,
I ordered lemonade,
that cool refreshing drink,
Yule Elf of sound,
you all just found the missing Link
In the clearing stands a Boxer,
I'm Pan the obnoxious truth,
spewing ill,
fill the ewer in the spinning wheel,
I'm the grinning Eel and also the horned Owl Cheshire Cat
who with pleasure is clenching
on to my own electric head
like a loose hat on a windy day,
I win the day for Her and Us,
I bust the loop rap, Oroborous,
Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral,
Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Li,
tie Laura Palmer up like an ultra butterfly,
the sultry blood is the color of
wine I pressed in the wilderness,
I'm iller than wisdom permits,
I defy it and impress it with my way then climb over to the place where all are denied save for I as I n I and I am higher so fly up or die,
what do you want me to say?
It would haunt me in ways unimaginable if I sugar coated the pill,
I'm the Super Goat of the ill
and I'm King of Lions,
I sing out a roar of triumph in the jungle of the Midas dawn,
I'm the brightest Faun and I burn for Juno,
I'm Her baby boo,
my name is Cernunnos,
my words are loose and free,
sprinting like cheetah on speed across the last terrain
and the purple rain is dusty roads,
I'm circling the torus for what's dope
Step through the meadow of fellowship,
I'll tell you if you wanna grow into a Master of the game on the last terrain
the secret of leaving those dumb preconceived ideas by the curb,
become free when one with these words,
the sum of the first digit,
split it with an unknown element,
pine cone Elephant is dusted like an unkempt corner,
Mustard? don't lets be silly,
I ordered lemonade,
that cool refreshing drink,
Yule Elf of sound,
you all just found the missing Link
Run the Fun way, come and play
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