Everything you've uttered is an echo
And this is not a
Life, stretched out landscape beneath my feet
Time disintegrates in the
Reflection
Is but a stranger
These strings set rigorous routine
Cracks form, co
Disillusioned with complacence
We craft our past
Peering down this tunnel ever
Making allegations of questionable value
How can you right what isn't
There's so many rules to follow.
Sheep play their war game.
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