i admit it was a death trip. tried it on but it don't fit. four/the ballad of harry angstrom, majik markers. |
i lay my burden down and my spine still follows that curve of earth and my burden climbs my back |
offering flowers to the void. |
people of hate, war turns them on, people of death fear life, war goes on. |
you ask if it's planned well sort of |
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