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Counting seconds for blowing this world up

Member since 2002 · Posted 29 Jul 2004 · 3 comments

Counting seconds for even the dying light It's madness no faith for healing I can’t stop counting on Unless taking my own destiny down In the empty pocket Walking along the Empty Street Wandering around for the last sign Try up nothing is up So nowhere I can settle down Just the madness of going on Counting days I couldn’t figure out Only the same sight Appearing to my eyes I'am staring at world how it lies Counting seconds for blowing this world up And its lies

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[6] Bachus 29-Jul-04/9:54 PM Reply
That was a skid mark, really, did the world lie to you son? Pull up your britches, and learn to lie better.
[n/a] Prince of Void › Bachus 31-Jul-04/2:40 PM Reply
You are right ..the world lie to me...i start to choose the different path of life ....made my own identity base on my faith and my choise...so it took years i become a mystic ..with hiden power of vision that i got it mysteriously
[2] god'swife 5-Aug-04/11:50 AM Reply
Muddled. where's the story, bud?