I can"t help but think
that the world will die in glory,
With a flash like crystal-fire.
And somehow in my mind,
Whenever church bells ring
I pray I"ll live another day,
For all they sing is death.
Insignificance impresses upon me,
And I am often in awe of this world
and its subtleties,
When the Sun sets bloody.
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johnysheek
31. 5.mája 2009 15:23
take cosi som necakal
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