The Legend of Met (Sin 3)
W hat gall! You judging men. Were it me, I would not Set a standard, but ten, Scores, whatever be got. Each has his ideas. Who am I then to judge? I'd not force Your quotas. Each's own. I do not budge. If they kill, who am I? As long as it ain't me. If they rape, my, oh, my! Who was that sweet hottie? One sees life sundry ways, Too many for one groove. Some change view, go through phase. Some change, some do not move. Let them fight it out low. To clash, it doesn't matter. Too many to line a... Sign in to see full entry.