When my time has come
I want none to compliment me
Not even you
I don't need that sniveling!
I'm but a wild animal
From an exiled group
Even if bullets pierce my skin
I will still enrage and attack
Wounds and poison I'll take running
Running
Until the pain leaves
And I will care even less
For I will live a thousand more years
Rabu, 17 Oktober 2012
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