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Just wrap this up
Covered in this blanket
Drag it down
Into hell
To the end of this

As fires rise
Leave it to burn inside
Get this over now
So close
To the end somehow

Part with it
Forget what you’ve seen
Block it out
Send it down
This will end right now

It’s over now
You’re safe and sound
Shut it down
It’s almost
To the end when I drown

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This modern romance has become the eyes that blind us. This world, full of lies beneath our masks of purpose we purchase for pleasure and pain; we decorate the avenues of decay, letting the mask we wear become an illusion of confusion. We play the role in this fantasy tale, a world to escape reality, to duplicate what we could not replace. We create, design, and remake; striving to replicate the drones we harvest and grow. Free of emotions, we have become the machines that create and contour the oceans, of such notions we’re frozen. We took a part of something we did not understand, we hold and hide the one piece to the puzzle. Hoping to gain control and finish the task, the solution pollution, has left us astray. We are a pawn in the game of chess, to which we don’t even accept the truths that lay before us, but we ignore and thus we must trust that evolution is the conclusion in a book of life, and we cannot read it without sun’s light.

Vision

Giving solitude with each granted inquisition; bearing innovations within Earths realms of reasons, of seasoned traditions upon existence. Prevailing the dawn at winter’s solstice, juggernauts of titan proportions begin with feverish intent. Their discourse escapes phantom illusions of devastation. Deeply entangled, spawned through roots and internal confines, silent nations absorb and transform, ruling aside elite forces of the untamed underworld.