counting down slowly saying welcome to my story.
When is thy who said it was mine just so nice,
vigorously it tense my emotions,
feeling said yet its not a journey to an end.
Thou thee has a historical lie,shall thy see the truth to my personal lesh,
What?...dounting each second,
a year it stands when it renders flaring from a long distance.
Whom shall thee be named thou thy hav to speak in phrases it remaind...
bell sounds even when sundays have been left,
the chorus to an end.
The clock keeps tingiling my ears,
when will it end,
what suggestion do you have?
it eased for a while meanwhile i said,
enough!...
i felt that touch it never last
thou it continued time and time and again screaming like a worrior,
battling to an End,
enough said it was a light i could not contain
thou it spread through within it never stopped...
his heart stiffined like a solid rock.
Patient,listen thy who believed relieved,
thee sweaped our minds and heart pounded like he who laid there.
Walking away for he came to rest,
wondering if heaven really existed good by...silent
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