thy night they prey, till this hunger sounds a pray, and it might be ridicolous not say, will thee tear not, till the last river that divide us, and we would not let this great light runs out replay.
stand to reclaim, runs back home should take no prisoners, by saying untho thee violence, compromises death into nowhereland, ages, age, and ages.
shall this command us till the last shipwreck, to the world unknown, compare not to this common ground,
what will comes is just another past-love story, no matter what lay down in front of thee day, us will come back not to prey.
*smack that asshole, shit it shitty down that shit. as i say, not to have these violence as pray!
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