Viva Czar Linar
Foreva a marijuana addict
Words poetry go through you like static
Turn the gentle and subtle to sporadic
In other words you cats can't understand it
Perfect craft, free hand finely sanded
Trim melts off from the gilded palace top
As gold descends from fortress
Troubled cats steal a glimpse
Enough wealth now, suffice now,to diss
Trained archers at heart, only to miss
The lord knows better than peasants to bliss
Or perhaps he has yet to finish my cist
I do beg those who hear to assist
In exchange those will forever take heed
Listen and folllow but never live on knees
May we sail the seven seas, may aphrodite accept my seed
Give birth to the savior this world much does need
my lord... appears I have spoken with mead in breathe, for that is me
Spoke to soon and believe that is rarity
Chase the harlot, secure thy wallot, that is insanity
Tho of this sin even thy dweller of ears is guilty
Fruits of satan , fruits of a lustful haven, The cure for the empty craving