Silent Gold, by George Chow
The first sound came from my mouth,
was the cry of the first step out of survival.
Its ironic how nature select the brand.
And how God spend time in person.
The question lay upon the act of lies.
In which the disobedience will face death.
But the eventual being is the Sin.
I mind as well confess in Silent Gold.
The silent gold i reply you with truth.
|Posted: 2015-04-20 23:39:08 UTC|
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