posted on Aug, 28 2015 @ 01:43 AM
The old man turned,and spoke, your tounge is wicked.
I replied; i know, cause it holds the truth.
He looked at my red and yellow bracelet, and said; I know what you are, and tears fell down from his cheek,
I turned away and saw the sun set, knowing this was the last time, i said to the old man; then you also know, every age has its end, many was before,
many will come after. Thy cometh will be my end, so i say farewell my friend, until we met again.
He screamed one last time; you can stop it!
I didnt face him and i walked away
- I cant, no one can, i hold no bonds, no chains, no punishment and no repentence. The world belongs to whom ever makes it his, i will serve a king or
a God and it will be yours.