On this ice day, colds winds blow astray. What was warm nice, turned into cold ice. Three children beheaded, as a another day completed.
What a mean world we live in, with so much evil in sin. A world where heads fly, people suffer and die. One head was one too many, now we have three more a plenty.
On this ice day, I will still have a nice play. As long as I have my head, I'll fight the devils dread. Lifes big horror show, no admission to go. Just wake up one day, the movie starts to play.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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