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End Of Green Dying In Moments

river, Not right away, not right away. Crossed the line around the changes of the summer, Reaching to call the color of the sky. Passed around a moment

I don't there is my sobb story My missions will continue as I keep on stalking Stamina was dying from the constant walking Right before the moment I

V. The moon is a dry blood beast Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying

And it was cloudy in the morning And it rained as you drove away And the same things looked different It?s the end of the summer It?s the end of the

a cramp *In A Rhyme Ticke ticke talking around my head voices everywhere covering my ears and hope they will vanish in the air Some precious moments hoping they will last forever some precious moments

... Past borrowed Dying, hands are the first Bleeding nose, mouth and ears Painful to live... in fear That's what it is to be a slave End, love for

lovely and filthy with laghter, laconic giggles, ennui fort the passions, in order to justify most spurious desires, rectify moments, most serious and

breathless. Damn, running from a natural advance that'll end with you lyin where you stand. And I can see the fear in the end of it, But never had ran, Cause never dying

niggaz who ? It's a war going on and they killing for nothing We were in denial all awhile they where flicking the buttons I'd rather be dying for something instead of living for nothing End