A king sitting on a high throne

Finger in his nose hole

Trying to speak like a otter's butthole

Too many tries

But no sound comes, right.

Sighing for feeling bored

What happened to the king and that whore

Taking out chicken soup

Chicken were feed'ed with rats too

A yellow mellow but shallow divine taste.

Tatter of finance documents

Used as quality napkins and for cleaning dirty sights and space

Military marches to the end of horizion

Killing riots and cleaning down any sects and every sections

The sky is still blue

But the land turns from green to red

Who is gonna stop this tragic end.

Heroes born but they were cut down in mother's womb

Society trembles and surrenderes

So when people ask who is the best

Children says

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Bbbbbbbbbbbeeeeeessssssttt

Ccccccuuuutttt. Aaaaaaabbbbbbbooooovvvvveeee tttttthhheee. Rrrrrrrreeeest.