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Footsteps becoming heavy, Approaching the Gallows Wood; Like the sacrificial cross, Of where Jesus once stood.. Memories fading, Like an echoes end; Unable to face, All the things you've been.. Destiny or fate, Still a destination of which you're late.. Evolution of a creation, No more than a mistake.. Decades of holding back, A soul now drowned from choked down tears; Standing before the Gallows Wood, A faint smile, Now replaces your fears...
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Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 11:05 PM UTC
GALLOWS WOOD
Footsteps becoming heavy, Approaching the Gallows Wood; Like the sacrificial cross, Of where Jesus once stood.. Memories fading, Like an echoes end; Unable to face, All the things you've been.. Destiny or fate, Still a destination of which you're late.. Evolution of a creation, No more than a mistake.. Decades of holding back, A soul now drowned from choked down tears; Standing before the Gallows Wood, A faint smile, Now replaces your fears...
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54/M/Southwest
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 11:05 PM UTC
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