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Feb 2014
The conclusion,
the fusion of everything when everything's melting in one giant ring,when you're hit by the concussion wave of angels who sing, hallelujah,and ask,'who the hell are you?'.

A good question.

In the end we defend what we did or did not and what we get,where we go depends on the remorse that we show,if we go knowing that, it gives us a shot at the moon,
but the end as it will always wills us to go off too soon,
I hear the Angels croon to me,'come to me,accept this as your destiny',but this endless cycle of eternal misery is hypocrisy and not for me,just let me be alone with me and my thoughts.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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