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Maturity breeds contempt and its aging raises fire that seethes at the vices and sins that encompass the world entire Knowledge does undo the oyster and shows the pearls of each other's wrongs morality demands a fervent reaction and now the globe is in chaos' throngs And in what results we follow our soul we find our brethen stuck in a divide and the only solution within our minds is the rise of the innocent, those without a side so now our government becomes birthed with children those without knowledge, those without power and eons start, with dull, lazy, inactivity giving way to the evolution of a warm, gilded, shower But even the innocent do desire some fun and the innocent know nothing if wrong nor right and so down jump the children from their high golden throne to start a game, some mischief, a trite little fight And now what has risen is only pure hell decreed by our lords who we loved and did dote and while now the rise of the innocent now has true meaning the chaos returns, and up comes the smoke
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
Rise of The Innocent
Maturity breeds contempt and its aging raises fire that seethes at the vices and sins that encompass the world entire Knowledge does undo the oyster and shows the pearls of each other's wrongs morality demands a fervent reaction and now the globe is in chaos' throngs And in what results we follow our soul we find our brethen stuck in a divide and the only solution within our minds is the rise of the innocent, those without a side so now our government becomes birthed with children those without knowledge, those without power and eons start, with dull, lazy, inactivity giving way to the evolution of a warm, gilded, shower But even the innocent do desire some fun and the innocent know nothing if wrong nor right and so down jump the children from their high golden throne to start a game, some mischief, a trite little fight And now what has risen is only pure hell decreed by our lords who we loved and did dote and while now the rise of the innocent now has true meaning the chaos returns, and up comes the smoke
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
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