MASK CITY MOJO BAG

BLACK PEARL

SPECTRUM WAVE PUBLISHING

COPYRIGHT@2025

Miles to miles,

Beyond the invisible gold lines.

A city of fallen angels, somewhere out West,

, home of coyotes, was unaware,

While faces all wore masks.

(Mask bandits.)

Came in packs.

At night, they silently attack.

They would pass anyone’s post.

If you fit the commander’s executive fugitive description,

Then your name might be added to the list.

According to,

the commander’s coordinates.

Time won’t be on anyone’s side.

Once again, the mad serpent wants to play God —

Like an emperor who wears no clothes to the eyes of the public.

He has no groove,

Which doesn’t serve any purpose. ...