The sky is the limit
Really, everything is coming up roses
Except, of course, when it’s all burning down
Now that’s when everything is just going to hell
Don’t worry, it will all be just fine
The sky is the limit
Really, everything is coming up roses
Except, of course, when it’s all burning down
Now that’s when everything is just going to hell
Don’t worry, it will all be just fine
Somebody should have known better
That would have prevented the switch from coming out
Everyone wanted to run and hide
Run and hope someone else would take the beating
Not that any of them had real hope. One look at her face made that disappear
Every thrust of his hips was planned to showcase his nature
Leaving girls and women screaming at the top of their lungs
Vexing the men that had accompanied them, secretly jealous of his powers
It was a coming of age for an entire generation
Summarized in a single man, an icon, a legend
Whistling away the boredom while looking at His wrist
As He waited for the seconds to tick by
The time was coming when all Hell will be unleashed
Creating a new reality that He would use to remake the world in His image
He smiled. Soon He would do more than just …
Hearth is happily crackling, telling a tale of mirth
Yielding a soft warm glow into the room
Gifting a cozy sense of calm and comfort
Grafting the coming season to your soul
Entombing negative feelings for another time, another place
Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind
Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming
That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood
Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible
Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse
So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring
The snow soon covered up the red stain
Dinner was coming soon, he was sure of it
It just meant waiting a bit more
Not that is stopped him from eating a candy bar
Everything would be fine as long as she didn’t find out
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Didn’t see that one coming
One would think it that would be a disaster
Never thought that it would be such a blessing
Even if that meant it was the end of it all
Abdi Mohammed
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