I say to the lead Why did you let yourself Be cast into a bullet? Have you forgotten the alchemists? Have you given up hope In turning into gold? Nobody answers. Lead. Bullet. With names Such as these The sleep is deep and long. Submitted by Adam Stokke
Added: 5 May 2003 | Last Read: 27 Apr 2017 10:52 AM | Viewed: 7319 times
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