I fall into a sacred rage to escape. The hells of the world made of puppets and fake. Death won't be to far now the seeds in my heart start to awake. So all I can do is be the man that the Lord brought me to today.
I'm not a young man anymore. But I've got the face of a nineteen year old. Probably be a dad soon, sitting in my front room. With my kids, play doe mold.