Feb 14, 2013
Genesis
Genesis the likes of nemesis, heads submerged in metamorphosis. Light from darkness which ploughs the path for He shall walk carrying a tree, tie him with a rope and call it the end, Singing twinkle, twinkle little star to a grown man.
Who knows the history but has faith in mystery that brings misery to miserable lives. For those who grew up and had caves to call home, not those that came with waves and never went home. I'm either, neither or nor, I'd rather burn to the core than follow commands by dead people, thou shalt die, thou shalt not kill, misunderstood evolution explaining human breed extinction, I'll survive and walk on earth and call this the genesis of the 3rd kind....
