| Title: | Gift from the Roman Gods. |
| Posted On: | 2006-07-09 00:00:00 |
Gift from the roman gods. Holding the poision filled cup, filled from the toxic flowing in your green veins tillting hands and the Divine poision falls down, like great falls from the hills in the hazy misty mornings. Not just thirsty to taste it.
Want it to fill me.
Waking up in the morning, And you say "What matters at the end of the Day We all look towards the West"
They are not talking what "you" think,
They "are'talking what you thinking.
GreetiNgs.
