Black Leaves and Iron Strength: A Poetic Reflection

หึหึหึแล้วกลิ่นเยอะนี่สิฟลีวี่มาก. และคลี่แค่นั้นบีจะชิปปี้ปี้ปายห้อง. แบล็คลิสต์สึนามิควาย. Black leaves on the mission should be late and we’ve got to get. I didn’t cut and we’ve got something. I just, we’ve got great and glory. That mama should reach me, that shrink like that was me. That hope and power god may hold with an iron and raise her up on him. This change, I may want it with an iron head. Raise her up on heaven’s face. How was we at home? And power I made woman with an iron head. We raise her up on heaven’s land.