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TWO MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we dont need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Heres my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

The killers breed or the demons seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain,
But dont you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
- Iron Maiden

on to the shot clock in the last quarter
maybe God wants me to mount a legendary upset
that will shut the bitches up
yeah must be la..

on a separate note, was in the bus earlier behind this viet guy and his local friend. so what happened was that his friend was jagging him about how "not normal" his dancing was and this viet brudder from another mudder replied "i so normal, im 90 degrees". took me quite awhile to get it.. but when i did... man... wah lao i seriously got nothing to say. fuck.

btw blogger now has hindi fonts sia..
ई वांट तो तके योर सिस्टर आउट ऎंड शाग हेर मान्य मान्य
ha-ha~.. you dont know what i jus said..