If only we were the executioners of our downfall
that would be a fitting windfall, and
a rollover on the lottery
win
as death grins on the side lines
I
remember the good times
sharpening the axe.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
If only we were the executioners of our downfall
that would be a fitting windfall, and
a rollover on the lottery
win
as death grins on the side lines
I
remember the good times
sharpening the axe.
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