wish to see the dark lunar eclipse that finally can fruition due to the people of the working together to paint the moon black so it'll always be an eclipse forever until the dust turns into liquor.
Then the fire started to let out verses in which it's sound echo'd across the tiniest of flowers in the highest of the planets that we ourselves are spiraling about in this quarantined disk
I'll start:
It was a dark an stormy night when I dicovered that my.......