Rose
yesterday 21:36
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To your servant here, they said
To say it clearly, coldly
It’s over, it won’t go
Any further than this
And now the wheels of heaven stop
And you hear the devil’s whip
Get ready for the future,
It’s murder.
Things are about to get out of hand, in every direction
There will be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The storm, the storm of the world
Has crossed the threshold
And has overturned
Our souls
the prophet Cohen. the song made me think of the feeling I get when I read the newspapers in the morning. the feeling that the lights are gradually going out, like in the cinema
To say it clearly, coldly
It’s over, it won’t go
Any further than this
And now the wheels of heaven stop
And you hear the devil’s whip
Get ready for the future,
It’s murder.
Things are about to get out of hand, in every direction
There will be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The storm, the storm of the world
Has crossed the threshold
And has overturned
Our souls
the prophet Cohen. the song made me think of the feeling I get when I read the newspapers in the morning. the feeling that the lights are gradually going out, like in the cinema
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