Tuesday, October 13, 2009

item #0629

Shit's increasing, piling up. End time. Oblivion near. My sick mum prophecies through me. Chalks on the walls. I turn up the volume, all for tribulation. Commission me on salvation. I leave behind explanation. Judgments instead. Recognize the deception. Or be deceived. Endure. Be prepared. You need to be saved.