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The grains of sand Sift through his hands And we can only watch Water trickles The moon becomes a sickle And all we do is watch The hand is bored Away   says the Lord And he throws us to the side                  *I made some watchers in the sand All they do is sit and stand and till the land I'm sick to my core of these people in my hand!* To the hourglass we were thrown To reap a punishment none of us had sown Time had become simulation An age of a simulated God was known. As time, the grains of sand Sift through the simulated hands All we do is watch We are man.
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
Life as a Simulation of Control
The grains of sand Sift through his hands And we can only watch Water trickles The moon becomes a sickle And all we do is watch The hand is bored Away   says the Lord And he throws us to the side                  *I made some watchers in the sand All they do is sit and stand and till the land I'm sick to my core of these people in my hand!* To the hourglass we were thrown To reap a punishment none of us had sown Time had become simulation An age of a simulated God was known. As time, the grains of sand Sift through the simulated hands All we do is watch We are man.
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28/Agender/Canadian
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
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