I die daily that I shall live yearly.
Gracious gorgeous gods;
If in my mother's wit'-
Future fortune I bear.
Or shall my empress breast hallow-
As good as Capulet's feast?"
I die of villian's disparagement of unworthiest friendship.
Let me not be swallow as the pumpkin of Halloween.
Fairest of nature;
Let all hearts be as good as my mother's breast.
I die as my lonely path diverged in my divulge godma.
I wonder if this vicissitude of life is my birthright?
The church doors open for sinners to go in forma.
He that giveth lives,
What is not given dies,
A lady's mouth is a driver of her destiny.
Her largest room is her thought for improvement.
Let friends be slow to put faith in their friends,
Let all friends be watchful and wary in their speech,
For the word which one to another speak could be poisonous reward.
He sees a man even at his grave,
He is a mirror that sees us all-
Even are deed, before it became a seed.
A time to die is come my Halloween pumpkin.
💧✍🏼 Prince Ojoka💦💜
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