if it would come so this could end-
we wouldn't run, if it is our sin
then glory is as when it was found-
goodbye to the prison cells!
who are we my friend?
an aspect of knowledge?
knowledge exsists!
knowledge exsists but not within our skin.
think of distraction, its not competition.
what is worse, no end or no new beginning?
we all know its the later and the first is for the better.
so, you provide the birthday and i'll supply the trust.
a simple cell with only a body to fear
a forrest long dry, for the forrest didn't hide
familiar sorroundings!
familiar sorroundings exsist but not within our skin.
no one will ever see you
no one will ever define you
for your aspirations have long since been naught.
since these vision of bones and rot
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