what once was is and always can be,if dreamed again.
God damned.
This famon will ravage the sands
Righteous men will give their hands
In hopes of fertile land
Gram after gram I read the sand script Between the tv click and the hum from the capital city cliques I see no peace,yet I strive to Manifest it I want to feast on brains except there's an exceptional amount of respect left... Even fore the most lowly and inane! Does this cool my psychotic rage? Or socialogigicol disorder I developed in 1st grade... I sure hope not,
buy in with scars and art like this who knows what's on this path or how far
All I ask for is a few nights alone with an armour full of drugs an firearms A flask full of jack. Some of my brothers I call sun because of the light they've shown The woman I love...well... In the night shes glows... God bless the patriotism in your skull,
son
For mine is of the spoken forum I'll see you on the circuit For we are not alone
but we sure can believe we are///////