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Deicide, The death of an entity To the tick of a broken clock. Solitary, in the backdrop, A medley sounds, Woven of solitary despair and chaos, A song without words, Drenched in emotions. How am I supposed to keep up With the pace of this feral world, When my crutches, my love for you, Is long gone. Deicide, The death of an aspect, Of a forgotten dream. Perhaps, this is for the best. Our fate was merely to brush past each other, And continue. You, towards your ascent, But me, my descent beckons.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
Deicide
Deicide, The death of an entity To the tick of a broken clock. Solitary, in the backdrop, A medley sounds, Woven of solitary despair and chaos, A song without words, Drenched in emotions. How am I supposed to keep up With the pace of this feral world, When my crutches, my love for you, Is long gone. Deicide, The death of an aspect, Of a forgotten dream. Perhaps, this is for the best. Our fate was merely to brush past each other, And continue. You, towards your ascent, But me, my descent beckons.
atlas-rover
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
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