CONFESSIONS OF A KING
;and i can’t pull it any longer, the sun is beating down my neck
;so i ran with the devil, left a trail of excuses
;when i offer you survival, you say it’s hard enough to live, don’t tell me that it’s over, stand up poor and tired
;we’re gonna make it, out of the fire, higher and higher.
He who fights monsters,should beware lest he become a monster himself -Friedrich Nietzsche
I'm an angel of the Lord.