To strike down.
Believe. Run around a little.
You never can tell, really. It could be tomorrow, or around the next fork in the road, but something, somewhere...
It's not for you though.
For you is strength. For you is passion. For you is fearful thoughts shrouded in calm waves of obedience.
For you is nothing. Nothing is beautiful.
Believe. Run around a little.
You never can tell, really. It could be tomorrow, or around the next fork in the road, but something, somewhere...
It's not for you though.
For you is strength. For you is passion. For you is fearful thoughts shrouded in calm waves of obedience.
For you is nothing. Nothing is beautiful.