Now the spirit raised
By a ******
or two.
Through hell
and back
But back
is where i choose.
A program of abstinence
Of ****** to ******
They know of this fire ice
thick and chunky.
The death
of one life
Birth of another.
Now i live
I give
No longer do i play,
But pray
For my brother
Who still desire
The fire.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
Now the spirit raised
By a ******
or two.
Through hell
and back
But back
is where i choose.
A program of abstinence
Of ****** to ******
They know of this fire ice
thick and chunky.
The death
of one life
Birth of another.
Now i live
I give
No longer do i play,
But pray
For my brother
Who still desire
The fire.
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