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Kamis, 22 September 2011

Moon over Bourbon Street

I pray everyday to be strong,
for I know what i do must be wrong...


The brim of my hat hides the eye of the beast.
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest.


How could I be this way,
when I pray to God above.
I must love what I destroy,
and destroy the things I love.

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