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smoke billows across the open sky dancing on the horizon of space and time from a distance the beauty is admired sitting atop gentling rolling hills long blades of grasses and petals of wild flowers the culmination of such always brings a sense of peace but not today this will not be the day for any sort of serenity there is nothing to fear but fear itself except certain death looming in the distance waiting for innocence to be served up on a silver platter he is coming for you and he is coming for me dressed in a fancy suit he pretends to be whatever you want the essence of life that binds us is also the cascade of our dismay eeny meeny miney moe catch the devil by his toe and if he hollars let him go but he will be back, this you know i have yet to hear of anyone walking away from such encounters unscathed there is a sense of irony to the entire situation, if you ask me i'm just living to die what about you?
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
the irony of beauty and death
smoke billows across the open sky dancing on the horizon of space and time from a distance the beauty is admired sitting atop gentling rolling hills long blades of grasses and petals of wild flowers the culmination of such always brings a sense of peace but not today this will not be the day for any sort of serenity there is nothing to fear but fear itself except certain death looming in the distance waiting for innocence to be served up on a silver platter he is coming for you and he is coming for me dressed in a fancy suit he pretends to be whatever you want the essence of life that binds us is also the cascade of our dismay eeny meeny miney moe catch the devil by his toe and if he hollars let him go but he will be back, this you know i have yet to hear of anyone walking away from such encounters unscathed there is a sense of irony to the entire situation, if you ask me i'm just living to die what about you?
jane-tricky
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
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