DEATH OF THE WHALES
Happy NFT NYC Week!!!
We board the ocean, going,
To find the baroness.
Set sail for pilgrim mountain,
So distant - from - our bloodshot eyes.
The engine idles, we're waiting,
And then the lookout yells…
Boom bang, the MARKET’S down…
Sea water swells.
Meat, blubber and bone;
REKT face from the gurling wake…
We bring great pain, flowing…
To kill the baroness.
Set spears for blowhole bleeding…
So scared, with no escape.
The sinew opens, we’re ripping
Then inside spills…
Boom bang, the MARKET’S down…
Sea water swells.
Meat, blubber and bone;
REKT face from the gurling wake…
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