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Life and tragedy move faster than any bullet. I keep driving but I don’t know what road I’m on anymore. Does it even matter though? The length of the trip varies but the destination is always death. There are no pretty words that can hide that fact. Salvation is not a certainty but neither is damnation. Nobody truly knows what happens when the game is over. We just know that it ends.
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
The Race into Madness
Life and tragedy move faster than any bullet. I keep driving but I don’t know what road I’m on anymore. Does it even matter though? The length of the trip varies but the destination is always death. There are no pretty words that can hide that fact. Salvation is not a certainty but neither is damnation. Nobody truly knows what happens when the game is over. We just know that it ends.
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
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