Sometimes the trees speak to me and sometimes I hear nothing at all.
What matters most is the current mindset not the rise or the fall.
You can feel it the current is your guide.
Overwhelming feelings of the rising tide.

Every godsend wants to bring me down.
Holding me down until I fucken drown.

Try to take up the mantle of the king of the dead.
You’ll end up on your knees praying to the skies instead.

SO COME AND DOUBT ME ONE MORE TIME!

My soul was given by a shadow in the depths who ruled with a rage where the world disconnects to cite it here now is only surely to perplex. Some call us complex but I like to call us rejects.
Golden boy. Son of Troy only fell short. Hector thought he killed Achilles, left his lover in the dirt.
Now you feel the wrath of the Trojan Horse. Agamemnon he feels no remorse.
Let’s the gods and destiny take their course.
Let the city of Troy burn with full force.

HE SLAYED THE PRINCE OUTSIDE THE GATES OF TROY!

Sometimes the trees speak to me and sometimes I hear nothing at all.
What matters most is the current mindset not the rise or the fall.
You can feel it the current is your guide.
Overwhelming feelings of the rising tide.

Every godsend wants to bring me down.
Holding me down until I fucken drown.

Try to take up the mantle of the king of the dead.
You’ll end up on your knees praying to the skies instead.

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