knowingI look death in the face it looks back unknowingly knowing it's not what i fear this i pray stays it's handknowing
back againBang, crash five seconds. Back again Run, shot, dodge, don't even know this time five seconds. Back again Run, dodge, shot, See it this time large as life stealing mine five seconds Back again shot, dodge, run, A kill and I'm dead again five seconds back again from the grave Thinking, stopping , dying lose count, don't care. Entertainment in war?back again
the worldFear not what you can't see gnashing and tearing into your flesh from their demonic microverses chained into this macroverses influence by the shared need for the all the other microversesthe world
WarSpinning , weaving, melding into a streaming flowing dance of death, flowing forth from rage boiling beneath the beutiful surface of peace. How solemn and peacful, it prefaces it's prequisites. The sublime nature of it vents prevention, having itself as we are want to love it's opposition, it could'nt possibly be worse for us the it's overly destructive parrallel.War
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