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Peace: For the time, there is Silence. But deep in its bowels lives a sound... And a word yet unheard Still holds Violence. ...Its potential for Chaos abounds.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Precipice
Peace: For the time, there is Silence. But deep in its bowels lives a sound... And a word yet unheard Still holds Violence. ...Its potential for Chaos abounds.
Sometimes, I like to rhyme.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
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