Wednesday 23 March 2011

Quacks like a Fowl in lies.

Splash and Flash
whish(y) washy they plunge
Quack quack they sound
but not ducks but fowls, soo foul.

From inception was deception
blind folded description
they gave with dedication
persistence and enovation.

Sin they called it because i created it
Pledged to scrap it of or atleast edit
I refused and they infused
Religion, politics and their system of poly tricks

My ways were lost through time
but now found in tide.
Rebirth through berth
casted through furnace
By the hands of the Blacksmith
So now here i am, i teach to learn.

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