Today's Blog: Cirrus Casino Comes to the dark
My heart leads my soul
Thru a world that's cold
I look thru a glass
I stayed to watch a battle
For a green paper that drives others mad
But completely
Killes others
I look thru that glass
And I hope One day
I hope that, that glass
Shall never become a
Mirrow
I don't want to look and see
Myself
