Syndicate’s demise
While I conceive my melancholy in this burning earth,I see thing as usual as the menacing hell.
It’s like giving the ocean a tear on its birth
The world gave me million of words to carry
And I gave them billions of souls to bury
The sunsets on my eyes can be seen on the horizon
The church clangs the best of its bell
And suddenly, everything return back to it’s oblivion
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posted by Raindropmaster @ 2:18 PM
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