kings

it is so strong to feel it again the same

reverberation you were born from my mother was a bass guitar and i was a little jesus ... as usual.

use me. fill me with your stuff, breathe it into me. and i don't feel anything our ways must part. i can't stand the happiness of being ... so usual.

the kings of time mount their horses to ride its land. past midnight, one of them stops and utters my name. the air is loaded. the king smiles. there is no sense to it and we both know. the horse is restless. the sword has to fall.

::: the pledge that made them fight :::