how the god is mixed in the evil it does blend in this drink that we all taste. and when the bottle is gone i hope i can look upon all that ia€™ve done with a smile and bright and overflowing eyes, reflecting upon all theya€™ve seen with the same glow as the child born march 8th 1977. please make my arrow shoot straight ia€™m tired of all the shots that missed ita€™s one thing that i wona€™t miss betrayal in a kiss. when i finally hit my target there were four hands that held the bow and i realized i am not alone i am not the only archer not alone with crooked arrows not alone with these crooked arrows.
