Sunday, June 27, 2010

in progress

No Gods, no masters, just natural disasters
Spell casting witches and electrical switches
Live in the current, sparking an interest
Love is my life, drugs are my mistress
Sharpen the knife on wrists of the wicked
Vertical cuts are the ones you can live with

No sermons, no pastors, just natural disasters

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