Bearing the plagued,
Mark of the origin's empathy, Swollen blind compass beyond time, We all know she'll do nothing about this... Nothing about this; our ongoing depraved thorn in eternity's side piercing are the cursed tides of sadness we're shamelessly unable to describe, Willingly we've gone ignorantly blind, Beginning with the numb purpose of compassionate pulses within our written chest pages!
In lieu of our participation in,
Keeping greed around...
As if He had purpose
Friday, October 23, 2015
Hive Mind: Out of The Last Chance I
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