HIGH

Hanging in there still was us continuing to floor it with scores so swift our dom of the bore had the fifth, the symphony poured with riffs

Inside of ranging in metal's pinned gear, we were thrilled with the rush, it was a must, our strong limbs choosing of the calm king's blue strings were amused, the due tour's lift, did compute for their form with risks, our gift's door had quick folklore, our mode did shift, our run of the forelorn jabs caught our lawed drift, our winged fun spree, had them sing with the sun and the breeze, their oars from northern shores were swift and equipped

Going in metal's care again was our music of the planet

Honing and homing with grins and medals to spare had our loved lane thrust with four's news picks of the bandwidth, the land flipped

- Avalon Dakota

- 7-17-26

- 4:55 AM

- HIGH