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Not much of a mind
Feeding, extracting
Instead of forgiving
Wicked victim this time
End (Always, never ending)
Wars (killing, blood spilling)
In all beginnings arise the unending
A fatal mistake, to steal a breath of air
Sequence the drifting lies
Millions of people all in your way
Take it or give it or turn your back now
These are your choices
Unending
Lost in a dream
Of foresight
Of the perfect portrait and reveals to all
The moment of our inexistence.
Open your eyes
Awake and alive.
