Turbulant cosmic explosions of color and depth. Filling the atmosphire. Yet inside our dreams are kept. Along with the pain and fear.
Such a tradgic display of constant destruction. Admitting such a field of contempt. From all the heart's construction. Now crippled and limp.
When all the excitement of the day, got up and went. Knowing it best not to stay. Once the money's spent. With a relentless task at hand. Who to ask,about what will stand.
When building crumble and fall. When death comes to call.
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