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the song of slavery you reap what you sow at a certain point there's just nothing left to do but grow oh the gifted and the melancholy rich - linked in to the newest primal dance savage elegant and natural tell me are we apes or angels? or something in between like a transitioning back whence we came a purity unperturbed yet do we understand time or the soul we do not need God for that which we have but for that which we lack so God is that toward which we seek to evolve Natures most well kept secret latent in repose Du Bist Einen Tod Shuldig
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
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the song of slavery you reap what you sow at a certain point there's just nothing left to do but grow oh the gifted and the melancholy rich - linked in to the newest primal dance savage elegant and natural tell me are we apes or angels? or something in between like a transitioning back whence we came a purity unperturbed yet do we understand time or the soul we do not need God for that which we have but for that which we lack so God is that toward which we seek to evolve Natures most well kept secret latent in repose Du Bist Einen Tod Shuldig
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Aug 15, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
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