Reaches it's zenith as it touches upon the hem of God's robes.
And as the earth buckles underneath, and the people raise their voices in awe and lamentation, the wind ceases, and clouds form a procession around the spire, as a snake biting its tail.
...I've been trained to make beats that would make a billy goat puke.
Hey dood, its the "leaning tower of pizza"! Hahaha. Get it? U must b like... so fat! Haha! OMGeez!
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so... now that the tower has reached the ceiling, you've decided your blog job is done? tell me no, please!
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