Friday, April 9, 2010

untitiled 2

He sew it up with the pain of death,
He never knew it would be that hard,
Silent scream come through the head,
He said it's time to heal the pain.

He light a cigar on his hand,
Puff out the smokes out to the air,
Nobody dare to be on his way,
He said it's time to set a path.

Calm down, he gonna make it better,
No need to fire it up more higher,
Taken the lead role on the roadway,
Everybody will follow his way.

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