R.I.P, by Ky Moet Subscribe to rss feed for Ky Moet

As the sun dies
the nights rise
People die
To our surprise
Nothing to say
Weh hear their cries
The knot is tird
Our people have died
Life must go on
As we remember thier lives...
The nights rise
And our people.....
Must die
Posted: 2011-11-30 17:24:08 UTC

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