Crying in the night that smells of the devil
The wind is piercing ceaseless
No power to go
Only the eye can see
Too late to hear what has been implied
Whatever the circumstances
Wherever
Useless
Only a part of our witnesses from the sound
Sharp did not split
Eternal flame has burned
One minute was juataan years
Too late for me to prostrate to You
1 comments:
pertamaxxxxx n first time to see u....
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