World So Cold.

March 24, 2016

Spit fire in a world so cold,

young boy popin yes his last name was stone

trusted noone so so he did it all alone.

wanted to crusify so they threw many stones

came from ashes now hes a bright young rose.

the called him crazy because he talked to a stove

but he brought it back home,

so welcome to the show.

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