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Just exactly what Have you become? Please end now Pray for oblivion Order has fallen Asleep at the wheel Left with our devices Slave to free will Is this the Devil? Is it God? An eternal battle A hollow facade We've lost ourselves No answer is found Falling doesn't feel Like hitting the ground So in touch Yet out of reach Pearly gates guarded We await to breach
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
PIT OF YOUR STOMACH
Just exactly what Have you become? Please end now Pray for oblivion Order has fallen Asleep at the wheel Left with our devices Slave to free will Is this the Devil? Is it God? An eternal battle A hollow facade We've lost ourselves No answer is found Falling doesn't feel Like hitting the ground So in touch Yet out of reach Pearly gates guarded We await to breach
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
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