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Feb 2014
We walk a distance of
A thousand suns,
Once Filled with
Ice cold hearts,
And acks of the
sorrow filled souls,
We dance through a kingdom
Hand picked by phony cowards,
That only dream of daring,
Although we can't escape
This prisoned life,
We know our destination
Is here.

Brawling through ones desires,
Captivating the truth with
One stripped heart,
As time counts down
Till the end,
Our time has come,
And it is now or never,
To save this world from
Infinit polluted distruction.
Written by
Deserie Indigo
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