《Little Wolfgang》 Little Wolfgang - Prologue Decade of so many moods so tail only one Tale of a brigadier to a general Shadow to a darker light Little Wolfgang to having his own wolf-pack He only howl sometimes, most times he slink slicks with his new guard He the avant of the sLums but not always so. Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. Sixth metamorphosis, From the sea nymph, the dark, the pink, the blurs, the feet Even the stint in the sarcophagi where he was denied gold but came out coinin¡¯ terms Denied the soul¡¯s currency but came out with golden veins Silver-tongue eloquence eclipses the without Find it within seeking solace in little Wolfgang¡¯s feet of clay . Little Wolfgang Part 1 Shy, Can someone shine their hie on his lonely head through the window? Eye of the soul, don¡¯t be a thief Don¡¯t knock on the door unless you Baal in a chromed one piece with shades of his Pops beautiful in this twisted fantasy Reality got three heads, his Pops an unreachable Godhead. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.Godhead, That''s two fiends and a human head between, little Wolfgang surrounded by fake friends Fake a mushroom house, let that shit blow Shrooms in the air like beef into stew They gonna thicken the the plot irrespective of the perspective Left the erf to escape the plot but little Wolfgang¡¯s conscience still greyed out, call him the 66th Gormenghast. Little Wolfgang Part 2 Melancholy on the beach like his spirit ever was Flaccid in this feat, who gets rock hard to 1894 Munch (you wanna no) Know? Oh, apricots drinking tea in the cracks, kaffeeklautschs Caved in and left the cave to search for a ray of his sol. The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.Ended up with an interlude on the browns Eyebrowed his ear and ear pumped little Wolfgang with some silence and so he recorded it for the mind mileage, mile for a loud, dark age Black the sea is Black like the Behemoth¡¯s grin content with its exotic grin and who would dare wish Eastern infinitude any harm? Little Wolfgang Part 3 If he had insight, he could invite a lover Midnight in the moonlight but he knows her An apricot veiled by a apple bottom She¡¯ll suffocate his free will like a hot broad to a bastard fish in the wind Fishing line, can you gouge out his eyes? Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.Pour some red wine, colour his heart So grey down there, can he drown in the sands? Grains playing games, can he escape? Outside a drug Crows croaking, snitches glinting cold, default state of mind Calling, contentment is rowing far away He¡¯s at the shore, no steamboat. Little Wolfgang Part 4 Little Wolfgang''s in his feelings like a deadhead Positively black like an OG neanderthal but he¡¯s still too young Ancient fetus, ages in ice and metamorphosis Six in the cold, eleven is red hot perfection, Son of Man coming for the second time Still one but his mood different A heptagon come to square the globe Connoisseur back for seconds No local delicacies the blooming side of Bethlehem this time Rome had a chance, speared it, Red Water. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.¡°I know I am a king, stand on my shoulder I can see, ain¡¯t know that I could leave¡± I know I¡¯m a king so birth the queen persona real quick Athena with the quips, off Ares with the blades, cut deeper with the words then its back to smithing with ronin mystics in the woodlands Greatest under the sun covered Sabbath so little Wolfgang baths with the moon in the water Esteemed Moondog then its back to the Sunbather Deaf is heaven but earth listens God too happy for little Wolfgang¡¯s shit Tyler the only Creator who ever gave a shit. Little Wolfgang Part 5 Sheet, little Wolfgang with the sweats . Bitter brews and melancholic feuds stinking, even inside his grief he shone bright. Its gay, homies are glad then solace came . Unfiltered, cluttered crumples pinking for clarity and pining for drunk tank pink understanding but the hive cold . Held no council for the ticking ten minute minutia but flew off into the verdigris sunset for greener rays . Left him a vagrant mumbling of clashing vagues but he reappeared once more, locks locking him tight in his Baptist role. He a prophet with red in his eyes. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.