Sunday, August 23, 2009

Billboard Destiny

There's blood in this machine.
It's trickling through the waves.
Flow is getting heavy now.

Stand up to the tide,
try it, it's too late.
There's no way back for you.

Harder to see the mistakes.
When they're all you've ever had.
This is you, you made this.

You will die. You will cease to be. Nothing you can do now will grant you eternal peace. Rot.

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