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by Ryan P. Kinney, Aaron Shinkle, and Ohayocon Jigsaw Workshop attendee The fall of man It was the end of monsters The end of mothers The end of haters Of lovers Of pain and suffering Of bliss and ecstasy Nothing to hide under the bed No terror floating in your head Just the buzzing and swarming of the insects There was just the animalistic need to survive And Gaia had decided It was best for her survival If we did not How did we let this happen? A new era begins For the worse I will not be silent The seventh gateway opens All the trumpets sound Clamoring in the hallway. Truth is subjective. Truth be told We did it to ourselves One never sees the monster Hiding in the open No one ever suspects that we are hiding something When they are staring it in the face Everything from nothing. And to nothing we return. To the whole of the way, We hastened our downfall through an illusion of control. Only through letting this run its course And stepping to the center could the master hope for survival.
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Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 5:20 PM UTC
The End of Monsters
by Ryan P. Kinney, Aaron Shinkle, and Ohayocon Jigsaw Workshop attendee The fall of man It was the end of monsters The end of mothers The end of haters Of lovers Of pain and suffering Of bliss and ecstasy Nothing to hide under the bed No terror floating in your head Just the buzzing and swarming of the insects There was just the animalistic need to survive And Gaia had decided It was best for her survival If we did not How did we let this happen? A new era begins For the worse I will not be silent The seventh gateway opens All the trumpets sound Clamoring in the hallway. Truth is subjective. Truth be told We did it to ourselves One never sees the monster Hiding in the open No one ever suspects that we are hiding something When they are staring it in the face Everything from nothing. And to nothing we return. To the whole of the way, We hastened our downfall through an illusion of control. Only through letting this run its course And stepping to the center could the master hope for survival.
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Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 5:20 PM UTC
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