Initially, names were called in the desert of words
Names were offered points and after that they vanished. The very first point that was called was a word comprised by someone that had no concept what it suggested when he jotted down it.
White sound, what a terrible noise
Clumsy by Rogue River
Really feel my feet over the ground
Hand of God, supply me from heck
The cool increases from feet to knees,
The high temperature sings in psychological cords.
If to be heated after that I should ice up
And also drink in chilly purgatorial fires
Of which the fire is roses as well as the smoke is briers.
Burning with interest, in this burial place of ice.
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Outstanding! Keep striving for greatness