XXXVI, by Sumit Singh Subscribe to rss feed for Sumit Singh

dark souls, they say, thinks alike
 forbidden human, anyway, want to fight
heavy popes and their blistering stride
 and money-mongers, yeah, have all the delight

my way, the world is reaching the fence
 where there is no religion and offence
coming to the bright lightful dawn
 i put no pimps, no leaders, no cons

we have the world and to get it now
 and hell we don't know how the hell how
and before i sink into deep sleep
 make sure about the sleep of all creeps
Posted: 2005-10-13 19:57:54 UTC

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2005-10-19 17:14:55Sandwich Massacre
the flow comes naturally from you it's melodic and passionate and YOU, i imagine. good stuff