Cut those chains and steal away Surrender grief another day And chase the coming storm with haste All worthless lives condemned to waste. Now tether all to whome cry foul To save thy monsters glaring scowl And separate all kinds betrayed That sit upon their thrones they’ve made. So, bless those stories with amour But test these words yet never more As fortune seeks a wiser soul Of mine? There seems no point nor goal. Now split your values, pare them clean Scythe this conciseness you’ve seen Stay thy tears to wash away All signs of grief another day
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Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!
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