All the ashes fall to the ground. Turn away and they all fall to the ground. Heavenly music plays at your time of disease. Eat your own poisoned flesh. Feel that you are not your own. Not real...not pure. Sickened mind broken heart. I do not care anymore
11:09 a.m. - 2004-03-21
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