andres no wise man

we savin for the last stretch home and the humming of the angels rise with the ashes the bones collected now soaked in linolium blood bathing in the bucket waht years gone days of wasted now ceases to conspire what time has abandoned now reaping the fruits long forgotten and we lay silent we spin swirlin not movin like the world below us...

now i have nothing wit me but my faith now i was never vocal about my faith now but i always have it and i dont even remember which page in the bible this is but let's just be weak, shall we? that God will be strongest in us. merry christmas proud world!