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adam-oltrop
Canadian Just a young man.
If there was no Music, A darkness would reside in me, a Giant storm cloud In my heart Never leaving, Everlasting. Anguish. What would be the point Of living in a world Robbed of rhythm and beat? Life would be breathless, Dead quiet. Imagine A World.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
Imagine A World.
We're just connecting the dots of past encounters, hanging on to what you know and what's become far too familiar over time. We include one another in our stagnancy and time may as well stand still. We're all servants to a master bent on our destruction, we bow our heads and say "jump how high?" This isn't a right, it's a responsibility. I'm just a sheep, but I've got a little fight in me. A tired dog, but I've still got some bite in me. So here's to the degradation of the pride we'd built Do they only stand by ignorance? Is that their happy state, The proof of their obedience and their faith? I swear to God this is a comedy. The cruelest joke I've never told, but in my head, it never gets old. We allow the crimes against ourselves, so how can we complain? We're the source of our own pain, so even though I've found a place to rest my head, I still can't sleep. I still can't sleep at night. The delusions are setting in, but I still can't sleep at night. No dreams will come, I lay and weep I still can't sleep, I still can't sleep...
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
Directions to Servants
Castaway, "A shipwrecked person". Aren't we all? Just floating in this ocean we call life, Drifting in the ravine we call existence. No control, Moving with the current, Eventually washing up on the beach that we call death. We are all castaways in this ocean.
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
Castaway