Strolling by the ocean,
angel to fill potion,
Wizard robe, wind blowin'
spell but never closin',
crouching by the mountains,
who are you to bless them?
We don't need acceptance.
Oh he says that he learned which way's correct,
where not to go,
laid back on the ground,
gazed down below on the nervous crowd.
You will never know these elements,
it's inevitable I'll keep levelling,
who are you to say different?
Every word you produce it be negative,
HP 33 million
hand on my heart,
? count emeralds,
2 fingers on my temple, I teleport,
You don't want your soul no more? Give me a call.
What's going on? Who is he?
I don't know how he got here,
or who let him in to our world.
But when I find out,
they will get exactly what the last fool got.
Destroyed, murdered.
Strolling by the ocean, (They got frustrated)
angel to fill potion,
Wizard robe, wind blowin' (they didn't find a clue, or a trace)
spell but never closin',
crouching by the mountains, (So he laid back and said)
who are you to bless them? (One last time)
We don't need acceptance. (Are you out there?)
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