Like a dog you are sleeping in sleep Like Abel Trying to forget The poor miscarriage of the least needle than you are more blood to poison
The ever -increasing savage savage savage Again
Remember the gun is still in my hand though I am calm but my pulse is Must come back. My dear Cup I dont owe to the chance I am not pouring from poetry how much my godfather suffering I owe you? How many days? I have been tired of these times?
I have been lost many times I learned from the best silent teacher It is hard to say the gun I saw every animal likes the gun.
