Horses and Sheep
Slaves to the System ruled by Norse gods we stumble blindly after the image who was given life to mislead and keep us dumb a small window with a predetermined view we laugh and cheer while others cry and die oblivious to the approaching oblivion we accept the norms and standards of other men They eat and crap like all the rest none of them even close to the best Shouting peace there is none Who can make war against him? And the whole earth followed after him in his wake of death the Grey horse... Sign in to see full entry.