Sleeper City
WinterKill SpringEternal
Foes of Arthur
Green Temple
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Fear of death? How about Fear of life?
Timor mortis morte pejor
Why worry when you have nothing you can do
But breathe in, breathe out, repeat, stop
I close my eyes every night and bid you adieu
If I awake or not, I am not uneasy
I have no choie
I consider it the life lottery.
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