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Mourn the Moon in the morning for he had lost his night shift. Let it be a warning for the Sun shall rise at night. Bright blinding darkness descend on us, threatening to swallowing us And every single star there is. They'll be no wars, just a simple surrender as sunshine soldiers surround our souls telling us our new roles. What we thought we were, we are not. What we thought we weren't, we are. And if they say it, it must be true We act the polar opposite of ourselves because of some solar energy, some hot headed, gassed filled entity has made us question our identities. Is it our thoughts, or actions, that define us? Our we confine to one, or is the two combine? I'm inclined to say: I don't know. I'm only learning how operate in this world. So many questions with no answers. Just an obsession to understands the oppression against us. Doing so will hep us understand ourselves, right? So send in the Sun, mourn the Moon , and figure out the chaos born. For soon it will be done with us.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
Send in the Sun
Mourn the Moon in the morning for he had lost his night shift. Let it be a warning for the Sun shall rise at night. Bright blinding darkness descend on us, threatening to swallowing us And every single star there is. They'll be no wars, just a simple surrender as sunshine soldiers surround our souls telling us our new roles. What we thought we were, we are not. What we thought we weren't, we are. And if they say it, it must be true We act the polar opposite of ourselves because of some solar energy, some hot headed, gassed filled entity has made us question our identities. Is it our thoughts, or actions, that define us? Our we confine to one, or is the two combine? I'm inclined to say: I don't know. I'm only learning how operate in this world. So many questions with no answers. Just an obsession to understands the oppression against us. Doing so will hep us understand ourselves, right? So send in the Sun, mourn the Moon , and figure out the chaos born. For soon it will be done with us.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
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