Dreams of Meditation

Dreams Of Meditation

Good Night, Princess

Whiskey Margarita With Lime

Axioms Of Kybalion

The burning sand is drowned by blood
the last surviving cry out for god
The stench of death that lures them by
soars up high to the midday sky

You're too weak to run away
its dangerous to stay
no one hears your dying scream
you wish you were in a dream

They're slowly picking off your flesh
they like their meat when its fresh
You dont have much more time
its the end of you

The Vultures Keep on Waiting
Til the time to Feast has come!

Erich Konrad

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