New Orleans fucked a bitch named Katrina,
not knowing all pussy pastures are greener.
She took his pride and left him disarrayed,
with her wrath allowing the city to be sleighed.
New Orleans the ghost town, an apparition of itself.
Martial law went into effect, the guns are off the shelf.
Questions come last, shots are fired first,
as New Orleans endured the Kiss of Death, Katrina’s curse .
Hell, fire, and tombstones from a one nigh stand
with restoration as the priority in demand.














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I'm Prowl in the deviantART's Transformers crew!
I'm Gaia in the deviantART's Gundam crew!
lovely way to start man lol
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Y fyn Duw a Fydd
L'homme est né libre, mais partout il est dans les chaînes
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
[The only path to HEAVEN is via HELL]
Nemo me impune lacessit
Such a shock for you to use such language young man, but you've defenitly got your point across. Very effective use of personification.
Hell, fire, and tombstones from a one [night] stand
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Suggest a Lit DD today!
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