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I can hear a blood bath brewing From here to all the land I hear the masses weeping Humanity, understand. I have no hope in trying Or yearning at the sight Sight of joyousness amiss When all of life seemed right There is a darkness stirring Upon this place called home There is a purpose dwindling In war of all the known
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
Stirring
I can hear a blood bath brewing From here to all the land I hear the masses weeping Humanity, understand. I have no hope in trying Or yearning at the sight Sight of joyousness amiss When all of life seemed right There is a darkness stirring Upon this place called home There is a purpose dwindling In war of all the known
I really don't know what I was thinking
a-new-optimism
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
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