1.618A Poem by isus
The room full of deceptions.
And warmth of my skin slowly decay. You could understand this only if you're made to. Your thoughts are nothing, they're not even yours. If you're alive it doesn't mean you're waiting for death, and things they were teaching you they don't understand. My sleeve is dark. I'm writing these words but they don't seem alive. Truth lies in power of perception. And all meaning is lost when Master comes. But you can be free to do as we tell you, you can bring destruction to the universe. Or you can rest in peace. Waiting for the next oblivion. And now my brother, my share of energy, what do you really know? What do you want from you? Just remember! The most important thing of all is
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13 Reviews Added on January 30, 2016 Last Updated on November 23, 2016 Authorisusbrod na savi, CroatiaAboutnothing special. currently on earth somewhere. rather would be on moon. more..Writing
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