Architecture کے بول

A bitter taste of each relation never seized, every repulsive regret. Failure to follow standards we never had the chance to set. Lost are those seven years of insight to a luminescent lit existence. So let us drift in deviance, my friend. Until we're swallowed by the abyss. Welcome Dystopia, as we adapt and pretend. Welcome Dystopia. Embrace us with your vapid somber end. All that we have chased has been forever laid to waste. The rain starts pouring down in absence of thorns woven in this crown. We used to think we would forever have the forecasts at command.. A dull and rusted knight repainted his whole sanctuary white. We always were inferior to the cascade of the sand. Under a thunderstorm praying alone on a placid meadow.