Paul Here's a story of a man, named Paul Here's a story of a man, he's tall He lived around the corner When it used to be warmer Out checking his mail one day A dog bit him, while on his way So then he went to the doctor He went there by helicopter He arrived shortly after His screams sounded like laughter He got a shot in the butt After seeing the bill, he could only say What? He paid it, but felt so sour He went home within the hour He doesn't check his mail anymore His feelings for dogs became too sore ©Schizology

Schizology

Paul This is a story of man , named Paul Here's a story of a man , he's tall He lived around the corner When it used to be warmer Out checking his mail one day A dog bit him , while on his way So then he went to the doctor He went there by helicopter He arrived shortly after His screams sounded like laughter He received a shot in the butt After seeing the bill , he said What? He paid , but felt so sour He went home within the hour He doesn't check his mail anymore His feelings for dogs became sore ©Schizology

Schizology

I am the villain who'll burn everything on a slightest threat to my loved ones. I am the monster who will tear apart someone into pieces when it comes to revenge. The smoothest, the weakest and the most vulnerable can turn upside down. I am the devil that will create havoc outside if darkness hits my lowest. Unlike the heroes I cannot sit and wait for the time to react. I am the omnious silence before the storm that will uproot everything. ©Ananta Dasgupta

Ananta Dasgupta

Paul Here's a story of a man, named Paul Here's a story of a man, he's tall He lived around the corner When it used to be warmer Out checking his mail one day A dog bit him, while on his way So then he went to the doctor He went there by helicopter He arrived shortly after His screams sounded like laughter He got a shot in the butt After seeing the bill, he could only say What? He paid it, but felt so sour He went home within the hour He doesn't check his mail anymore His feelings for dogs became too sore ©Schizology

Schizology

Paul This is a story of man , named Paul Here's a story of a man , he's tall He lived around the corner When it used to be warmer Out checking his mail one day A dog bit him , while on his way So then he went to the doctor He went there by helicopter He arrived shortly after His screams sounded like laughter He received a shot in the butt After seeing the bill , he said What? He paid , but felt so sour He went home within the hour He doesn't check his mail anymore His feelings for dogs became sore ©Schizology

Schizology

I am the villain who'll burn everything on a slightest threat to my loved ones. I am the monster who will tear apart someone into pieces when it comes to revenge. The smoothest, the weakest and the most vulnerable can turn upside down. I am the devil that will create havoc outside if darkness hits my lowest. Unlike the heroes I cannot sit and wait for the time to react. I am the omnious silence before the storm that will uproot everything. ©Ananta Dasgupta

Ananta Dasgupta