Get ready for an adventure!
Tagged: John Brooks
“In London lies a knight a Pope interred / His labor’s fruit a Holy wrath incurred / You seek the orb that ought be on his tomb / It speaks of Rosy flesh and seeded womb.”
“I’m engaged in high treason with all means available to me. Can I count you in?”
“Ride like the wind, Bullseye!”
It’s not going to stop / It’s not going to stop / ‘Til you wise up / No, it’s not going to stop / ‘Til you wise up / No, it’s not going to stop.
A king has his reign, and then he dies. It’s inevitable. That is natural order of things.