The man who drinks from the cup that without condition bestows, the truth he will never know.
Once hydrated and fully in his glow, he will surely die without its continuous flow.
To the seed of he who lovingly sows, he goes to the heavens without any foe,
The cup that needs filling with every throw, the lover of this, to this place he shall go.
nowimthirsty
Once hydrated and fully in his glow, he will surely die without its continuous flow.
To the seed of he who lovingly sows, he goes to the heavens without any foe,
The cup that needs filling with every throw, the lover of this, to this place he shall go.
nowimthirsty