The sun goes down
And the wind gently flaunts.
I was hiding behind a mysterious mirror,
where I looked at myself as a stranger
Much inquires like questions in my body,
Should I run out of this world,
And reconcile the past?
To stab the knife in a soul of misspent youth
where blood goes blue, that’s what I hoped for
A freezing corpse without a breath
weeping like an unborn child
The mirror I hid behind,
Revealed the truth I have to say.
My soul does not belong to me,
But God is the owner of all
If you were afraid of the day of judgment
I would **** you without concern
God would not punish me,
The killer was the mirage inside mirror
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
The sun goes down
And the wind gently flaunts.
I was hiding behind a mysterious mirror,
where I looked at myself as a stranger
Much inquires like questions in my body,
Should I run out of this world,
And reconcile the past?
To stab the knife in a soul of misspent youth
where blood goes blue, that’s what I hoped for
A freezing corpse without a breath
weeping like an unborn child
The mirror I hid behind,
Revealed the truth I have to say.
My soul does not belong to me,
But God is the owner of all
If you were afraid of the day of judgment
I would **** you without concern
God would not punish me,
The killer was the mirage inside mirror
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