The forgoing of the inevitable call to this entitlement. I'm afraid I can't stand on your pricked shoulders any longer. the totalitarian standpoint that you throw onto your unnerved threshhold only causes my heart's desire to fringe and diminish under your misguided conscience. a valid point that quells the subsidies that you have provided to the hollow god's and tall oaks for years now. the provoked face that you hold only brings the integrity of the deceitful. the coincidental shrill cry for some kind of humanistic view on the duty of the living soul to flesh contraption that we all find ourselves slowly deteriorating in. a prized possession is any sense of green expired men of our significant antiquity. a bruised lung and a bleeding heart for the lives you've spoken against will only force the unveiling of your grinning teeth. the solemn, somber, expression we show is merely the faint belief in hope of something new. come now great escapade of the mindful ubiquitous masterpieces. the lights we carry are dimmed in the name of the doubt we contain that is the fuel of the shadows we carry. I sold this light to the prison guard in order to bear the shame of my confinement. a life of love past through the night air. only to whisper through the leaves and be left as tears in the morning dew on the early morning pastures. starving little electrodes growing into farce rations of our once beheld integrity. deprivation of the eased mind has brought us here...
to nothing.
a stifling moment indeed.
to nothing.
a stifling moment indeed.
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