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Mar 2015
Embrace our confusion to what God dosent know. Allow our souls a union of uncharted chanting to unknown languages. Our bodies are but shells of walking corpses guided by blindness into the eternal darkness. Not knowing of our blessing or our curse. Visions of past lives are of the present in which we stand. Leading with eyes wide shut as the world follows me into nothingness.
DaRk IcE
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DaRk IcE
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