Raise your hands and be of cheer For the end is always near. Find the time, find the place. Have a slot in heavens grace. Fortune and death repel, find yourself in the crests of hell. Fortune comes with greed, from the devils hand you'll feed. Advocates chase the dark, as the eagle devours the lark. Fallen clouds of love so soft, Tears and sweat from men shall fall. Granted dreams and wishes dont come true, If the effort lays not in you. Frozen limbs and blackened fingers, The scent of ice and death will linger... as the oceans crashes, and the earth out lashes. Nimble nimble just be quick Time will always continue to tick... as we grow old... as we grow old.
 DJ Hope 1990 · Sat Jan 05, 2008 @ 04:31am · 1 Comments |
