enoch


 

I lay on his back, looking up wondering if the highest hills will be made low
melt like wax before the flame
they carry them anwsers upon white mens shoulders

i dont know where your from, i will go
i will go, i dont know where your from

ill hide behind a tree, wonder if they'll ever find me
and the time of my destruction will be multiplied in eternal execration

Kommentarer

Kommentera inlägget här:

Namn:
Kom ihåg mig?

E-postadress: (publiceras ej)

URL/Bloggadress:

Kommentar:

Trackback
RSS 2.0