Time is the great tormentor, which reveals all when the light of a chaotic sun routinely appears. Shrouded and persuaded to confess sorrow, this mind breaks across the surface of an emotionless night. Constant mockery of my consumed pain produces a feeling of dark intentions. Money, the object of jealousy and awe has become a taste of lust for the masses. Show a passion for life, or else creation will fall without permission. Sample the gifts that were presented in the halls of confusion and try to reach the climax to this nightmare. Folk sounds are on a path of rebirth and high beliefs, which in an optimistic state could be the answer one individual searches for. The stone from that lost day in the ocean remains still and motionless on this aging and crowed desk. Recharge the batteries and reboot the system in order to achieve satisfaction and a sense of questioning. Isolation profits off the fear to connect with a pure recognition of transpiring harmony. Images of experienced history are etched on the back of traveling coins. Strange yet familiar, these scattering thoughts project the truth that the past is unforgiving and merciless. No room for pity and remorse. Doubts on the future and where this conflicted road will turn is laying siege to the mind. The waves lose their appeal and the day becomes less desirable.
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