sonGs of oTher laNds

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Not till the earth opens
And the whirlwinds of dust destroys the path
People's minds spins in terror
At the way the cosmics race their deathly competition
The world shall be in chaos
No more composed people
No longer calm
And on that day I'll look for you
Waiting for your sign
And the first thing I will think would be
Am I forgiven?

posted by jessXW @ 11:18 AM