sinew and steel, this corpse that rules the pieces in my eye, measuring peace, measuring its store, measuring the fate
“…and in that day of stone it was given unto the ape like preachers with heads of skull and jawbones
my eyes can’t see to know through blind dust tragedy so blessed on my way i go, I just dont
Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves wind blows past in weak fits and power blows one step
Happy days are hear again! So, just what sort of prototype for happy days are we talking? the tv show?