Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
on these plains of stone we raise men from graves and bones,
taken by grains of snow,
we remain as the foundation of soul
betrayed by chaos and gold they seek to play us and make us fold,
gods are trained for goals and we break molds b4 breakfast is cold
there is no respect and no control, how are WE terrorists of the globe?
hidden weapons explode when slimmest corrections are shown....
...exactly. we all one...