The End.
This place in ruins, our earth destroyed by hate, searching for something never there, we watched it burn. Withered and pale, our being reflected those broken dreams, set within our own minds, and lost within our souls. Unable to see the truth, the wool layed still on our eyes, blinding the forsaken promise of peace, and faith. this is who we are as one, this is who we will continue to be. the fallen will not rise, and the risen will soon fall.
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fingerling
There is a lot to tell, so i will tell through my work. Cheers.
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