The air I breath it's surrounded to be the foul is the community they be,,,,,,The rise to the tempature is a poets look that's shook are taken a fresh air of breath to be to succeed has to be climbed to reach,,,,,,,,,Air that leaks to be surround like a booming area rattling sound ,,,,,,,Most rats to mouse are mice still crawl around,,,,,,,,The Air I breath the oygen to a godly player are victory winnings life ain't to far away,,,,,,A race of speed a bust of breath that picks up the speed that overtakes an draw down a victory speed a life of the need a blow below the belt that poets stumbled instead of a foul smell that makes ones Fall drop an then Tumble,,,,,,,,,Like a boom from the valcano a eruption rumble stars poet that sparks the air to be right my words are true to be a greater are great of good far from a rotten air are bad breath that sees ain't me,,,,,,,2025