O Come All Ye Empaths
O Come all ye empaths
Honest and so decent
O come ye, O come ye to my illusion,
Come and be ensnared
By my golden period
O come let you fuel me
O come let you fuel me
O come let you fuel me
Narc the Lesser
O cry tears of sadness,
Cry in sheer frustration,
Cry and be hurt by
My manipulations
Give to your narc fuel
In the plenty
O come let you fuel me
O come let you fuel me
O come let you fuel me
Narc the Mid-Range
All hail Greater we worship thee,
Malevolent and so handsome,
O Greater for always will you hoover us,
Words are your weapons
Devaluation appearing
O come let us fuel him
O come let us fuel him
O come let us fuel him
And never stop
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That’s awesome🙂! You made my day, HG😀! Such a witty poem, I was reading it again and again today and couldn’t stop laughing🙂! Thank you, Sir for brightening the day🙃!
Joy to the Empaths’ world
Joy to the Empaths’ world , our Ultra is come
Let every Empath soul pour fuel
Lessers, Mid Rangers are running with fear
King Tudor, The Ultra weaponised us and this is for real
Tudorites United , let kick our enemies rears .
Wicked piercing! Cheers to ‘masochism’.
As always, thankful to you, HG, team and members.
HG, do you ever find yourself hating Christmas because of the compulsory good humor?
Nothing is compulsory if I deem it.
There are times I envy you.
I know.
Dear Mr. HG Tudor,
You are magnificence.
I agree.
Very clever, HG! I’m fact just back from church and swinging this… with the other words 🎼🎄🎅