It was easier before: The cock crowed, Jesus turned, the tears flowed The cock crowed, I turned, and the shower flowed
#refugees What would you do if it were you? If you’re playing metal gear solid in your own town?
I saw that man die on the streets,
After a mad driver rushing over pothole puddles
Couldn’t stop his truck in time, and rushed over his body
As if to ask for permission to sink and steal
My silently speeding oxygen carriers from my veins., It’s 32°C by my Jolla while some toads splash about their puddle trying to sing Vandross songs
I wave my blistered hand before my bleeding face, Waving gunpowder smoke and blood fumes in the mist To see the survivors, to see hope.
They said they loved me. Then, the metal beasts came, soaring over me Heaping dust and blood on our city streets, As their lethal load