6.7.09

*The golden ways comes from the things that's not being prepared, happy sword of flowers dad..
*Between light and dark, should I bark? Between good and bad, is it really that sad? No, I still got the lark of white flyin' way up high...
*If you say no, you don't know. If you say yes, you think it's like playing chess - But it dosn't matter I already see, you're nothin' for me
*Eatin' days to ecept the race. Eatin' red roses to feel a other face. Eatin' lies while I take another case. Everything is a haze.
*Heaven or hell, just a breath away. Whisper or scream just another level for them...

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