Here I stand
Helpless and left for dead.
Something's getting in the way
Something's just about to break
I will try to find my place
Say, "Goodbye"
As we dance with the devil tonight
Don't you dare look at him in the eyes
This place is a prison
We will become
Sillhouettes when our bodies finally go
Do you like that?
Do you like that? NOOOO!!
The stale taste of recycled air
Yes, I know it doesn't flow. This is mostly random. Just felt like typing for the heck of it.
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Carpe Diem Ad Muertum
Sieze the day, to the death. There is no potential that shall be passed by, there is no piece of glory to fall by the wayside, there is no soul to left unsaved by the brilliance of language. As writers, we are gods.
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