It wasn't an average day
but ordinary struggles of our life
we heard the bleeding screams and felt the silence in the sky
all human kind was ready to die.
When more space was clear, we prayed to loose fear.
Now we know that God is dead to.
If powers, magic, potions and love
could loosen the grip of death at our last sip
one last drink is all we need
The deed is clear,
let us be set free.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
It wasn't an average day
but ordinary struggles of our life
we heard the bleeding screams and felt the silence in the sky
all human kind was ready to die.
When more space was clear, we prayed to loose fear.
Now we know that God is dead to.
If powers, magic, potions and love
could loosen the grip of death at our last sip
one last drink is all we need
The deed is clear,
let us be set free.
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