Category : Poems

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Kicked out of the shell. Put yourself on reboot. When the ref counted 10 your Indy life started to begin:
I'm ready to explode on my way to the show I get to see them live straight out of wwe. Feeling the crowd around amped ready to fight. Don't get ready to move or the viper might see you.
Bray's going to consume you as Matt deletes you!
No time for a drink as the bar is open to quinch your thirst theres special on tap. If that don't get you maybe a little dirty deeds will get you in the mood: welcome to the wwe you'll be greeted by triple-H and the pedigree. When the lights goes out the show is not over it's just the undertaker :