with arms outstretched
oh god come quick, the execution of all things Let�s start with the bears and the air and mountains, rivers, and streams. Then we�ll murder what matters to you and move on to your neighbors and kids. Crush all hopes of happiness with disease �cause of what you did. And lastly, you�re all alone with nothing left but sleep. But sleep never comes to you, it�s just the guilt and forever wakefulness of the weak.
Wednesday, Dec. 10, 2003
12:26 p.m. |