The latter of days lay ahead submerged in the trials of yesteryear.
When we abstain from truth but borrow our lies,
we admist ourselves and troubles of thievery to our souls,
repercussion of years lusting and insubordination of truth.
The ways of justice that bring forth light to the coming of ages,
that submits us into the caverns of darkness,
and beings of such atomic light that it becomes useless to breathe,
but rather smothers out life. To open our eyes in protest,
and hallucinations of disgust abolished
to the simplest of proceedings and the endurance of parable times.
We shelter ourselves out of matter of survival,
and not haste of tolerance.
We shall dutibaly acknowledge such regret,
and never change our waves,
as slavery has a tone of Immortality... But fools it is death.
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