Ex-lover Of Satan part 1 Spirituality Haikyuu By WolfLove
I stand outside pacing black bard sitting on lines of grateful destruction,
Photos of lake mass grace me trapped like snow ball cage,
Died as the sky glimmer cold in April,
Looking on dark tosh of the wend,
Hearing plans bleeding the sky envious to is wake,
Dead evergreen bristles fall leaving no sound but echoes of the future,
No sleep stay to dusk smoke a cigarette next to bed springs and garbage,
Walk three thousand meters down Cedar Street, can hear residence of Spanish Trace unflattering me,
Ease in the Ford dealership – feeling warmth and peace of mind the world sometimes is good give sighs of true humanity in the Blix of the small countryside,
Liberty supply the drug I need, empty as the cold heart that it sends by - gracefully I had attain funds for my dirty habits,
Receive my change - a penny more given to me by mistake or through laziness more than less I will not care,
Talk of the world feel as revelations is among us, walking beep in are live the for hours men are ready to wake the beast, God is the true weaker of the new world no man knows the time of true deliverance,
Take the three thousand meters in full silent nest
