F.U.C.K.Laid you bag and worries on the ground
And taken the time to look around?
See your world and see your stars
Be carefull to avoid the movng cars
The PreacherFrom the mountains the wise man came, Preaching on the beaches. Making legends. Ending battles and starting wars. Cultures destroyed. The revolution has begun.The Preacher
Dancers have stopped to listen to the preacher, Like Aphrodite standing on the ocean shores, Spreading beauty while playing with chaos.
The ring of fire, Laying in the summers’ sky, It surrounds us, you and I, Defending all we have, And making all else irrelevant.
You cannot hear, Cannot taste, Cannot touch, And cannot see the preacher. He is closer than you
Regretful
You've got some great stuff here!
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Stealing your friend's stash is not an intervention.
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