Me,the kid,the lamb of god.
Forgetten @ South while being borned elsewhere.
I always know that Troy will be miles away and good looking helen will be a granny.
I am getting out to the road being sweared to see,to the castles of sun to
achieve to get in.The song of the goat with a goat like voice to be able to sing...and I'll cry afterwards,I'll get lost in the silence.
The king of dust.