Life, by George Chow
Life touch me.
Repeating the odyssey of historical conflicks.
Between mother nature's curse and holy father's laws.
We are destinated to meet Jesus Christ.
To know the truth.
Life is a lie without "f"ind.
Once you find them the will to learn and live.
Life will molds you to extreme teaching.
And peace can be find in a home room place.
Left you with your bittersweet world and your pride toys.
|Posted: 2013-02-15 07:03:24 UTC|
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