The Truth
The dead filter through with lifeless dreams of flesh flowing in a sea of blood and
sorrows that call out to the sins of those polluting the earth with hatred dimming our
prospective on life's greatest treasures and causing a wave of untamed shifts destroying
all that is good and blinding us with lies of a better tomorrow.
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