Come on shall we dance
geokjeong ttawin haji ma
Make a second chance
naegen eopseo majimak no no
sege dallyeo deo pyeolchyeojin i runway
deonjyeo mureumpyo jeongdabeun nae jonjae
Woo nuneul gamayaman boineun light
jinsilboda jinsiri doen lie
Keep it Keep it tight
umkyeojwigo pow pow
meotdaero yeonjuhae Rum Pum Pum Pum
I’m afraid wiheomhae
jinjja nae moseubeul ileobeorindeuthae
I don’t care igose
gomin eopsi I’ll find my way
cheoncheonhi piwo naeneun kkot
bicheul da samkyeonaeneun geol
nuga mwora haedo
georeo wonhandaero
I’ll choose my position
You better watch me I’ll never stop never stop
You can bet on me I’ll never stop jeo kkokdaegi
wireul olla I’ll never stop never stop
naega mandeun nae position position yeah
aiya apeulsurok jinneun smile
hwanhage useodo
nugu nugudom nugu nugudom
About the Creator
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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