Bücher von N W O

Imagine your Dad was Cash.Where there''s corruption is lying integrity and walk the line, got down, down, so down: face up too looking to the nearer heavens in the star- lit sky with the love found in worship, towards heaven. Overshadowing my silhouette as the sheet allows vision through, with meagre small candle-light, and not just over me, over anybody else in my world, sing my heart out; How is she going to sing without any heartbeat, they laugh; he kills and saves.All we are is just slaves living not to buy into his illusions. Ordinary as such.