there are sufferers with guns movin breeze through the trees there are people waging war in the heat and hunger of the streets.


Mi Revalueshanary Fren (2002). Song of Blood


There are sufferers with guns movin breeze through the trees there are people waging war in the heat and hunger of the streets.

There are sufferers with guns movin breeze through the trees there are people waging war in the heat and hunger of the streets.

There are sufferers with guns movin breeze through the trees there are people waging war in the heat and hunger of the streets.

There are sufferers with guns movin breeze through the trees there are people waging war in the heat and hunger of the streets.