Tuesday, September 8, 2015

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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