Buke and Gase
General Dome
I carry a crest of weightchest dense with general doomI awoke to findthis as my vital senseTakes one to no oneI chose so a manLine not the last onerememberI am a force to be decreedopen more that once and not to mewhy..become..of the poor foundationNow those who say the..those who couldn't their heart.. so they tryand I'll be the last one who could never..That gun, that gun, that gun, that gun
From Letras Mania