Crooked, Curvy, Cold Road Of 2020


Confusion , Fear , Sadness
Painted on every face
Empty streets , Jobless days
No toilet paper , No bottled water
Steep slope , Never stop
Rioting over good and evil
Satan is in his glory days
Real or plandemic ?
People are puzzled and muzzled
Killer wasp arriving at your door
Fires are raging , No food in the store
The stench of death follows
Every human shadow
One day the truth shall be revealed
Walking forward in fear , in anger
Brings one and all to Lucifer's door.

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