The Rhyming Game

Snot is running from my nose onto my clothes.

(You sick buttfaces…)

Destroyed and ruin, full of holes (doesn’t make sense but…)

, bullet holes out of which erupts crimson regret

from the equator to the poles

Going to the moles

Then with a burst of light that blinded every angel

the room went bright from every angle

and as all angel are assamble

the devil came out and was ready to gamble

…first placing their bets on Mr. Shinnizle

But everyone knew he couldn’t whistle…

only wind escaping his mouth, no rustle.

Neither can @samuel_the_leader whistle

But despite everything, it all fell down

it fell through to hell and kept on going to a place where not even satan dares to tread

Light of heart and high of head

It was unfortunately misread…

misreading may happen fast
misunderstanding at least is what last

But maybe it won’t happen fast enough…

that everybody get in touch