When i rise up i expand the space.
Make black holes grasp for air.
Courageous heart of a lion.
Liquid oil dripping out.
The Rage of angels.
Steadily shine.
Heavenly.
Divine.
Until.
Six feet deep.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
When i rise up i expand the space.
Make black holes grasp for air.
Courageous heart of a lion.
Liquid oil dripping out.
The Rage of angels.
Steadily shine.
Heavenly.
Divine.
Until.
Six feet deep.
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