I simply don't believe, and I will not obtain anything from nothingness!
Oh, don't be like the fools you decry with ardor!
I believe I am true to myself.
You lie with illusions, feast on your own brain.
Feeding my beliefs in admittedly macabre manners.
Have you lost your sextant, sailor? Where is the lighthouse of your mind? Who has locked your benevolent gate?
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
I simply don't believe, and I will not obtain anything from nothingness!
Oh, don't be like the fools you decry with ardor!
I believe I am true to myself.
You lie with illusions, feast on your own brain.
Feeding my beliefs in admittedly macabre manners.
Have you lost your sextant, sailor? Where is the lighthouse of your mind? Who has locked your benevolent gate?
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