kill, kill, then you drill for our tanks just to
If we cannot see then we can't show
We all have
My words are divine as yours.
I will break your fucking
resurrect a reason for the fear you make
and why levies
what it is or will be
can you control the fate
The things that we go through
Are what it is that
If our weakness comes out once again, it will be
the message
it takes and it gives
it breathes but can't move
Most have died but to little avail, just knowing that
What is left to inspire?
A fabricated facade out of
Death to distraction.Reverse the resurrection.Today we say what is not
Consider that...Everything is biased in our eyes.Our creations and logic
They see the automation and they will not default.We accept
Well it's been a long time coming, and I will
Let me set the formula for a utopia, shattered dreams
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