The Light is the Calypso and the darkness is the fane.
Without it we beseach a world full of pain.
The rain comes pouring
Water from the sky
Why does the darkness wish me to die?
Supercosm of life
Macrocosm of existance
We all live with a rarity
So practice cease and decistance
To dance with death
Is not an endless waltz
He puts you in places where brimstone talks
The hope is all in becoming an angel
That is the light and becoming my langlel
Asraih vercus nombros gas
The circus is such
And you are coming to know who is boss!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
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