Death Is The Great Equaliser
The Mortitian Signs The Paper
Sinners Bless The Saints
A Life Is Born.
An Old Wounded Man With Shoulders Of Feathers Of A Black Bird,
He Wanted Wealth,He Beames A Saint Now He's Cripple,Breath.
I Sincerely Apologies For Loss
He Was A Friend Of Mine.
Ashes To Ashes,Your Friends Are Your Murders,Your Burden And Your Maker.
