There must be some way out of here I keep telling that to myself. Theres too much confusion, I cant get no relief. They, they drink my soul, they dig my earth but none of them along the line know what any of it is worth. There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke but you, YOU and I, weve been through that, and this is not our fate so let us not talk falsely now, you saw it too. All along my life, I kept the view while all the people, came and went, barefoot servants. Outside in cold distance I can see him now dressed in black, looking at me sadly. The Storm is approaching toward me, the wind began to howl. Its time to go.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 07:37:53 +0000
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