You saw a bright light, one that you cannot fight. You try to cry out, only managed a short shout. A star fell apon you, you are no fool. Fate uses you as a tool. And his heart stays cool, treating you like a fool. You are in death's arms, and you must remain calm. He had stopped the time, It suited you fine. Rest now, poor soul, and prepare for the eternal cold.
DIE MOTHER****ER!!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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