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Dec 2014
You tried to hide me.
You attempted to dim me.
You even endeavored to vanquish me.
You don't know my origin.
You thought you were god!?
You are nothing more than an empty shell tossed to the wastebin only to hit and miss.
Your life is spent on the ground
Meant to collect dirt, diseases, and infections.
As long as you are apart from light you will bring your own demise.
The desolation you see around you is only a glimpse of the deprivation, decay, and decomposition hungrily growing and drawing towards you.
Held back and restricted by the innocence and purity of a precious child. Through the grace and mercy of a forgiving compassionate heart the wrath and stench of death is subsided and contained.
The time is soon at hand to make a choice.
Whether you'll seek a different way or continue in your blind dismay.

~S.M.S
AL
CenterGravity
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