2.7.14

Abide



Caught a bullet from last shot,
I praised you, lend your heart for sinner like me.
Spoiled me with roses, premium water and pure air,
which is completely utter none-able for my life.
Those all become bills and ticket to heaven.
No rest for the wicked,
No rest for sin maker,
No rest for the one who always make mistakes.
This is the way, I pay what you gave for me.