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I can feel in my soul, the howling wind, I can feel in my soul, that mankind has sinned. The burning rays of our raging sun, mark the point, where our suffering begun. As sure as the water always flows, away our liberty and sanity so easily blows The nature of our evolution, has handed us only, one conclusion. Our time it is limited, and divine, our responsibility is to ensure that our future continues to shine. So easy it is to presume that this life is a darkened room. But history paves the way, and our lives are deteriorating, way beyond reason we will expand, until there is no explaining No code to decipher, our actions, our deeds, our depravity, coupled with our grotesque needs, the hand that feeds, the furnishing of our greed A flower that thrives in a meadow golden, the sign of a prosperous delight. Watch as it wilts, tarnishes this wonderous unsurpassable sight. See our dreams and how they grow, into the arms of desperation they so easily go. Taste the sweetness, the nectar of existence, indulge in addiction its the common insistence. Behold our infamous stature , a not so glorious rapture
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
a not so glorious rapture
I can feel in my soul, the howling wind, I can feel in my soul, that mankind has sinned. The burning rays of our raging sun, mark the point, where our suffering begun. As sure as the water always flows, away our liberty and sanity so easily blows The nature of our evolution, has handed us only, one conclusion. Our time it is limited, and divine, our responsibility is to ensure that our future continues to shine. So easy it is to presume that this life is a darkened room. But history paves the way, and our lives are deteriorating, way beyond reason we will expand, until there is no explaining No code to decipher, our actions, our deeds, our depravity, coupled with our grotesque needs, the hand that feeds, the furnishing of our greed A flower that thrives in a meadow golden, the sign of a prosperous delight. Watch as it wilts, tarnishes this wonderous unsurpassable sight. See our dreams and how they grow, into the arms of desperation they so easily go. Taste the sweetness, the nectar of existence, indulge in addiction its the common insistence. Behold our infamous stature , a not so glorious rapture
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nico-papayiannis
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
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