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Strange how it used to be, Father Time shows his might. With all things considered, blessed are those unshaken. A tribunal of sorts, wicked in their deeds. A force high on end, with a lust of your downfall. The walls break down, intent on invalidation. A paradox that mocks us, factitious in it's ambition.
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 10:10 PM UTC
A New World
Strange how it used to be, Father Time shows his might. With all things considered, blessed are those unshaken. A tribunal of sorts, wicked in their deeds. A force high on end, with a lust of your downfall. The walls break down, intent on invalidation. A paradox that mocks us, factitious in it's ambition.
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 10:10 PM UTC
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