2009-2014 TW Abel/ 0 Comments Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die, I'm a little bit scared of what comes after Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling? Do I divide and fall apart? cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark And the ship went down in sight of land And at the gates, does Thomas ask to see my hands? About Post Author TW Abel A hummingbird and a snake You may also like No related post available