This world is a hub of noise
Literally..just junk and noise
Sometimes I fail to see Gods plan in all of this
I mean.. What is the point of this cycle
This unending cycle of junk and noise
How do you make sense if this trash
How do you not want to burn this cycle
Regard it as a prototype and start over again.
But there is a certain beauty to it
Watching nothing.. Absolute nothingness create a spectacle ,a wonder to behold
And then realizing that nothing is something.
-Ayo_daViber
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 5:21 AM UTC
This world is a hub of noise
Literally..just junk and noise
Sometimes I fail to see Gods plan in all of this
I mean.. What is the point of this cycle
This unending cycle of junk and noise
How do you make sense if this trash
How do you not want to burn this cycle
Regard it as a prototype and start over again.
But there is a certain beauty to it
Watching nothing.. Absolute nothingness create a spectacle ,a wonder to behold
And then realizing that nothing is something.
-Ayo_daViber
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