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as a human race we strive to achieve the unattainable. to play god; to become god. but what we don't understand- is that we are unraveling every bit of ourselves in the process. morphing into fallen angels lost from good graces and trapped in cold empty undergrounds moving backwards instead of looking up
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
our bodies are made of flesh
as a human race we strive to achieve the unattainable. to play god; to become god. but what we don't understand- is that we are unraveling every bit of ourselves in the process. morphing into fallen angels lost from good graces and trapped in cold empty undergrounds moving backwards instead of looking up
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
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