The wind. The wolves. The trees. The snow. They all wait for night to fall Across the land so they can play their parts in their secret band. If you're out in the country and listen carefully, You can hear them play their songs in a concert they hold in the darkness before the dawn. Wait for the light of the moon to shine upon the ****** snow. That's when you know It's time for the show
With the ****** Virus, continuing it's Live Concert on Earth and Hell stacked, with all Our Devil's. I for One, am keeping My Fingers crossed and Praying........ that Heaven will Host Me on their Premises.
my mother once told me she didn't take me to a concert because there were lot of people big crowd she said big bad crowd and I think of this now mommy then why did you gave birth to me in this cruel world you threw me right into people's teeth these sharp teeth they tore me apart you better not take me to a concert ever