Church bells sing to a God that cannot hear.
A lover soothes a love that does not care.
When will come my time of contentment?
I have naught but the agony of my rage.
a gun
some fun
and the brains on the wall ring louder than church bells.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 10:21 AM UTC
Church bells sing to a God that cannot hear.
A lover soothes a love that does not care.
When will come my time of contentment?
I have naught but the agony of my rage.
a gun
some fun
and the brains on the wall ring louder than church bells.
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