The break of tomorrow's dawn awaits me,
the calamaties awaits to befall on me,
the befall after the tragic rise,
the calm, after all the lies.
The blood spurting not in the stream,
The eyes looking, just like a beam,
The dawn still awaits, waiting for me,
I hear it, calling for me.
I hear it, calling for me.
posted by gary @ 11:34 AM
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