Faceing this world
All brused and blistered
Gripping my sword
My prayer never whispered
Beaten down
Before the masses
Thrown from town
Ill see its ashes
My day will come
The pain will end
Ill collect my sum
I have business to tend
Its coming soon
My stage right exit
Beyond the moon
To fast to check it
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
Faceing this world
All brused and blistered
Gripping my sword
My prayer never whispered
Beaten down
Before the masses
Thrown from town
Ill see its ashes
My day will come
The pain will end
Ill collect my sum
I have business to tend
Its coming soon
My stage right exit
Beyond the moon
To fast to check it
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