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Sad to see the past Turn into our future When the foundation our Creators laid was, from the beginning, incorrect Their every attempt to correct it went wrong Sad to see them dedicated too late to the cause Sad to see them now, so infrequently Almost dead and gone Honestly, I'm more concerned for us Becoming effigies in rust In a dying world Vibrancy overlaid with dust Beaten all to red Given in to dread Purposefully wasting Our batteries to death Death, death, death Death, Death, Death Sad to feel it coming on so strong When you'd rather dance than Be taken naked to bed
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
No System Restoration Point is Set
Sad to see the past Turn into our future When the foundation our Creators laid was, from the beginning, incorrect Their every attempt to correct it went wrong Sad to see them dedicated too late to the cause Sad to see them now, so infrequently Almost dead and gone Honestly, I'm more concerned for us Becoming effigies in rust In a dying world Vibrancy overlaid with dust Beaten all to red Given in to dread Purposefully wasting Our batteries to death Death, death, death Death, Death, Death Sad to feel it coming on so strong When you'd rather dance than Be taken naked to bed
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
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