The sound of wavering tears
Tearing apart the inner part of joy
Joy is our bless from the Lord
Lord is our only hope to survive
Land of men screaming
Yelling calling for help
Nevertheless there’s no pure hearted
Hearts of men are dirty
Live as a witness of doomsday
Live as one of the chosen
I am more than blessed
I am loved more than I ask for
10.29 pm Friday 2 October 2009
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