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Years Labour built houses, apartments, hospitals, schools, It is the same labour that created Arms, ammunitions, tanks, warships to destroy the same creation, Our whole life is paradox; We live to create And succeeded in creating That very thing which destroys our creation, In a loop, we're running Searching and creating meaning, Taking the help of destruction we give us the motivation to soak our hands in blood and gore, A person lived this life before He was like us busy in the process Of creating and destroying, Our friend! Our Prototype! Our Sysiphus!
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Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 3:46 PM UTC
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Years Labour built houses, apartments, hospitals, schools, It is the same labour that created Arms, ammunitions, tanks, warships to destroy the same creation, Our whole life is paradox; We live to create And succeeded in creating That very thing which destroys our creation, In a loop, we're running Searching and creating meaning, Taking the help of destruction we give us the motivation to soak our hands in blood and gore, A person lived this life before He was like us busy in the process Of creating and destroying, Our friend! Our Prototype! Our Sysiphus!
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25/Delhi
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 3:46 PM UTC
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