fear and bullets
Shells and dust uncapable to trust The sound the noise Really have no choice If you wrote for the last And ready for some rest In your eye i see the end In your tears i can begin In the fear that wouldnt pass In the magic that you cast Beside the higher minarets Board with glowin leds Untill the evening done
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