some words and stuff I guess's video: War Torn Trains

enjoy some classical references lmao A master of trains trains his firstborn as sworn to faith he is. Life's chiefest bliss is tweaking tits and riding all around. Allowed one night of lies and fights the train chief seeks a blow, a blow he gets not below the waist so wait, but a blow to the head as he hits the floor now low. An alcoholic swivel of promiscuous drivel runs and drives his sides, wet and shaking as brains are shaking and eye lids slit too close. And close they do too close to live as that hit kicked the bucket. A packet of milk is all that remains for the new train chief's new reign. No mum in sight so left to due unless he can suffice, in a life of no guidance, but the baby laughs to dance, jumping on toes and swirling on bones and loving the taste of meat. It's kill or be killed in the Train Training Mill so will the kid succeed? He starts to bleed from sadness, his eyes lose sight because he's dadless and has less of a chance than most so let's chuck him on the roast said the wanton boys who normally avoid those who aren't flies but now lie on the crust of a change, to trust in God, and those who are trained.