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Aren't we all Just waiting for our time to be up? The day when Body and soul come undone When everything that mattered Doesn't anymore And you see your years in seconds- A paparazzi slideshow Your sins left behind For loved ones to collect Like a forensic Easter egg hunt Then you drift In the parallel lines That blur religion and reality Too late to question Everything you've ever known Too soon to regret Sunday's Idol Eyes
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
The Transition
Aren't we all Just waiting for our time to be up? The day when Body and soul come undone When everything that mattered Doesn't anymore And you see your years in seconds- A paparazzi slideshow Your sins left behind For loved ones to collect Like a forensic Easter egg hunt Then you drift In the parallel lines That blur religion and reality Too late to question Everything you've ever known Too soon to regret Sunday's Idol Eyes
adrian-alberts
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
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