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Built by handcrafted hollowing of hope internally furnished by memento collecting fueled by a flickering fluctuation on the road between hope & damnation Drive!, it is an inescapable thrill this road is a hard swallowed pill only kept in-check by ones waning will Fast enough now to force through the veneer it might seem that everything is made clear even faster now, taken over by & driven by fear far off one sees the ****** horizon beyond this lies all those who were unwise in their choice to drive into dusk the heaping of the hopeless hollowed-out husk Drive!, it is an inescapable thrill this road is a hard swallowed pill only kept in-check by ones waning will The fastest one can go, past these shallow souls on the road that tredded through its own soles. at last one reaches the abyssal plain it is here where one truly loses vain that hopelessness caused helps ones dream come to life the vanguard come only forged from the urge to survive Drive!, it is an inescapable thrill this road is a hard swallowed pill only kept in-check by ones waning will Speed is suppressed by the sense of ones survival call it collateral for the creative revival.
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
Drive
Built by handcrafted hollowing of hope internally furnished by memento collecting fueled by a flickering fluctuation on the road between hope & damnation Drive!, it is an inescapable thrill this road is a hard swallowed pill only kept in-check by ones waning will Fast enough now to force through the veneer it might seem that everything is made clear even faster now, taken over by & driven by fear far off one sees the ****** horizon beyond this lies all those who were unwise in their choice to drive into dusk the heaping of the hopeless hollowed-out husk Drive!, it is an inescapable thrill this road is a hard swallowed pill only kept in-check by ones waning will The fastest one can go, past these shallow souls on the road that tredded through its own soles. at last one reaches the abyssal plain it is here where one truly loses vain that hopelessness caused helps ones dream come to life the vanguard come only forged from the urge to survive Drive!, it is an inescapable thrill this road is a hard swallowed pill only kept in-check by ones waning will Speed is suppressed by the sense of ones survival call it collateral for the creative revival.
gerhardt-de-lange
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
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