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Friday, October 23, 2009

At The Fall Of Vengeance

Johny was a school boy,

Coming from the hell-town,
Riding on a fast speed boat,
To find his favorite war-toy.
Piping through the dark hole sun,
Sliding through the windward face,
Finding hard to tear this wall,
The wall that we all build.

I can be so louder,
I can be so thin,

At the fall of vengeance,
It seems so complicated.


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