Dark night descends upon
the living, (un)dead,
Death awaits beyond,
Wanes the white...
If you can hear, hear with joy I speak for all that was from the struggle
in the belly of the...
I'm broke, so women don't want me Security is not money Pockets have never made the man...
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I remember back when I was a child My day started when the sun would rise I'd awake, stretch...
It must have been when I was young, so long ago it seems
In a place as strange as those we see in...
The empty spilling glass stands high,
Teasing the parched peasants.
Their tears water the...
is false hope. Nothing more than an umbrella on a rainy day. The sky is still midnight...