The words I never said
Always counter the established
Truth will set you free
The words I never said
Always counter the established
Truth will set you free
Twin glocs aimed-
Straight at my head no
Turning back now
Death comes unexpectedly
Life flashing before my eyes
Is is worth seeing
Wearing a sombrero with
No clothes on, waving, smiling
Strange sight in Baruch
Immaculate rays shining
Warm breeze with green leaves
A mid summer nights dream
Shes scared doesn’t know
What to keep and what to put away
Looks like Brenda’s got a baby
The Angels and Demons by Dan Brown is pulse racing thriller that presents a unique joy ride through the halls of Vatican City. Robert Langdon is up and about trying to figure out his latest dilemma which includes the disappearance of four cardinals. Langdon discovers that the Illuminati have captured the Cardinals; however the question arises where the Illuminati have come from since they have been disbanded for years.
Langdon is being pursued by an assassin who has made it his top priority to stop Langdon from discovering the identity of the Illuminati. Brown writes a very well written novel that is a page turner.
Heart beating loudly
There’s a round of excitement
We won the game
rain drops are pouring
everyone is adoring the sight
nature is unbound
green with orange hairs
clear crystals all in one strain
growing wild flowers
Beautiful innocence blossoming
Corrupted by a cruel world
Its gonna be a cold summer
Tear drops raining down
There’s a sad storm coming
The world is melancholy
Wearing black on black
Hitman by profession no second guessing
On the attack for the next victim
They signal change
But everything just remains the same
A government that is lost
Opportunity is in the air
Its once in a lifetime maybe
I will finally make it
I got a 1,000 friends
I seen only a half of em
Facebook is my life
Heart beating loudly
There’s a round of excitement
We won the game
rain drops are pouring
everyone is adoring the sight
nature is unbound
green with orange hairs
clear crystals all in one strain
growing wild flowers
Beautiful innocence blossoming
Corrupted by a cruel world
Its gonna be a cold summer
Tear drops raining down
There’s a sad storm coming
The world is melancholy
Wearing black on black
Hitman by profession no second guessing
On the attack for the next victim
They signal change
But everything just remains the same
A government that is lost