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At the edge of tomorrow, we can see the end of an empire. Past the line of the gunfire.. all that's left is deep sorrow. All creation ends in destruction. Becoming dust after the hellfire, after avarice's greedy seduction. Burned in a cruel selfish desire, following a small mind's instruction. In the death of a lifetime, the system begins to unfold. Shifting humanity's lifeline, war begins to be retold. Kingdoms rise and fall. No beginning without an end. Death triumphs over all. Victor's history penned. A crumbling nation of one. We cant escape power's misfire. Through society's expecting gun, it's the end of our empire.
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
Empire of Self
At the edge of tomorrow, we can see the end of an empire. Past the line of the gunfire.. all that's left is deep sorrow. All creation ends in destruction. Becoming dust after the hellfire, after avarice's greedy seduction. Burned in a cruel selfish desire, following a small mind's instruction. In the death of a lifetime, the system begins to unfold. Shifting humanity's lifeline, war begins to be retold. Kingdoms rise and fall. No beginning without an end. Death triumphs over all. Victor's history penned. A crumbling nation of one. We cant escape power's misfire. Through society's expecting gun, it's the end of our empire.
derekis
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
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