As per the date I sketched this “quickdoodle” in 2017 during an “Audioslave” Phase.
I resurrected my “Audioslave Playlist” earlier this morning.

R.I.P. Chris Cornell (1964-2017).
Your voice will always resonate in my consciousness.


And on my deathbed I will pray to the gods and the angels,
Like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven;
To a place I recall, I was there so long ago.
The sky was bruised, the wine was bled, and there you led me on.

In your house I long to be;
Room by room, patiently,
I’ll wait for you there like a stone.
I’ll wait for you there alone, alone.

(Like a stone – Audioslave)

Spring turns so quickly to summer
Summer so quickly to fall
It seemed far away, or it was yesterday
When time didn’t matter at all
And then you met your winter
While dancing with her daughters
Till tired and cold
Were much wiser than bold
You wait for tomorrow to call

(Waiing for a saviour – Metal Church)

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