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However does the end find the beginning. Ostracized each detail along the rails of eternity. Alike to the dreams we only wish would remain. Sever concern from the heavy brow of worry. Can't we see?! Each grain of need whistling in the wind. Lost to the whining of another oily wheel. Karen be ****** cowards suffered long before the bold were born.... Darkness was on the face of the deep expanse of the void. Even the formless earth could hear his tempestuous whispers. The spirit of God hovered over the stormy heavens and gave purpose to it's wailing silence.... Would you even care to listen? Look in the mirror, and just breath. Don't wander from it. The great chasm was watching long before you bothered to sneak a peak. Existence has never lost the game of stare. Lunatics witnessed something real, and it broke them. Psychopaths forgot something real, and it broke them. Doctors held something real, and it broke them. Leaders trampled over something real, and it broke them. Humanity cannot behold the toll of their creation. Why than are we responsible for the actions we perform? Eternity stole purpose from the moment. But time knows it all....
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May 2
May 2, 2026 at 1:37 AM UTC
To who counts....
However does the end find the beginning. Ostracized each detail along the rails of eternity. Alike to the dreams we only wish would remain. Sever concern from the heavy brow of worry. Can't we see?! Each grain of need whistling in the wind. Lost to the whining of another oily wheel. Karen be ****** cowards suffered long before the bold were born.... Darkness was on the face of the deep expanse of the void. Even the formless earth could hear his tempestuous whispers. The spirit of God hovered over the stormy heavens and gave purpose to it's wailing silence.... Would you even care to listen? Look in the mirror, and just breath. Don't wander from it. The great chasm was watching long before you bothered to sneak a peak. Existence has never lost the game of stare. Lunatics witnessed something real, and it broke them. Psychopaths forgot something real, and it broke them. Doctors held something real, and it broke them. Leaders trampled over something real, and it broke them. Humanity cannot behold the toll of their creation. Why than are we responsible for the actions we perform? Eternity stole purpose from the moment. But time knows it all....
A cold slap of surreal account. Does your spirit recognize such truth? Awaken, of ye faithful, smell the flowers....
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27/M/Along the heavens
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 1:37 AM UTC
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