song about cycles vampires gods spiritual death
song about cycles, vampires, gods and spiritual death #quickwrite #kevinchaosofficial #foodforthoth you'll have to be deep in the occult to get the layers in this. angels . fallen. to man and below sin eater. the carrier of the cross. beholder of the cup. what is love? if we pour it out and quench others what's left to drink who's serving refills some food for Thoth this may be the, road that meets it's end I don't think, THAT I'm coming BACK, my friends I think THAT lll sink in, in to the depths Id love to believe and to hope but light is growing dim i fight and kick but cannot swim I'm blacking out again but then 1: a hand stretches out a sound travels down an arm lifts me up I fly to the clouds I see the sunshine the crisp air smell the ever green trees the mountain high trails 2: more people on my Shores more beauty it's, like lore more to tear my wings off more reasons to fight for they always seem to grow back would I like the night more at least its predictable the fight sores I give all that I have it is a Right chore and only when they think of me returns my force sometimes I grow weak but what's this life for signed up for this it was never about a gain my fame, my happiness or my pain it is about, yours I don't think, THAT I'm coming BACK, my friends I think THAT lll sink in, in to the depths Id love to believe and to hope but light is growing dim i fight and kick but cannot swim I'm blacking out again but then
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song about cycles, vampires, gods and spiritual death #quickwrite #kevinchaosofficial angels . fallen. to man and below sin eater. the carrier of the cross. beholder of the cup. what is love? if we pour it out and quench others what's left to drink who's serving refills some food for Thoth this may be the, road that meets it's end I don't think, THAT I'm coming BACK, my friends I think THAT lll sink in, in to the depths Id love to believe and to hope but light is growing dim i fight and kick but cannot swim I'm blacking out again but then 1: a hand stretches out a sound travels down an arm lifts me up I fly to the clouds I see the sunshine the crisp air smell the ever green trees the mountain high trails 2: more people on my Shores more beauty it's, like lore more to tear my wings off more reasons to fight for they always seem to grow back would I like the night more at least its predictable the fight sores I give all that I have it is a Right chore and only when they think of me returns my force sometimes I grow weak but what's this life for signed up for this it was never about a gain my fame, my happiness or my pain it is about, yours I don't think, THAT I'm coming BACK, my friends I think THAT lll sink in, in to the depths Id love to believe and to hope but light is growing dim i fight and kick but cannot swim I'm blacking out again but then