Her one the last sighs called sucker on the kinding wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears lifting with certanty And then a golden flash like The onset of heaven. Leave taking her screams breaking my heart. . Andt in the grip of fire I knew the death of like . Where will you be when they tense for combat?? What will you see with your innocence there?? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when god is grolifying?? There we will between the dead and dying. .
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 17:12:13 +0000