The Bell Tower

[the Draç]

Peter Pan.

The sands of time.

Her intellect that rhymes.

But doesn't make sense.

Raise the stakes.

Fuck Anne, the lake.

Her kid she creates.

To act, she has to debate.

A curse for her.

Her words she chooses.

She continues to lose.

Her body is lucid.

Drink of her.

To attach a djinn.

She thinks God.

Always likes to sin.

Now that I won.

Send your ass back to Bun.

What you call fun.

Is when you refer yourself a Hun.

The Dragon the Lung.

Fuck the cat.

You invest in crap.

Your blood on tap.

Now the crowd claps.

It was always you.

To be brand new.

You have to get a clue.