WAR OF THOUGHT AND ACTION
A PLACE SO FAR AWAY, A PLACE THAT I WILL NEVER VISIT, BUT HONESTLY I HAPPENED TO BE THERE ALL OF THE TIME, THE FACES I CAN SEE, ALL AROUND ME, BUT WHEN I GO TO REACH OUT THE ONLY THING I CAN GRAB IS AIR. BECAUSE NOTHINGS REALLY THERE, EXCEPT A IMAGANITATED GLARE. SO I SIT AND WATCH AND STARE, A LIFE THAT JUST ISN'T FAIR, A PAIN MORE WORST THAN DEATH... I SWEAR
BECUASE IMAGINATION KILLS, WHAT IMAGINATION FILLS. THINKING OF THE FEELING DOES NOT PUT ANY FEELING ON ANY THOUGHT, IT ONLY DESTROYS IT. LIKE PUTTING MOLD ON THE MIND TO CAUSE LIFE TO ROT. ALLOWING IT TO BECOME EATEN BY THE POWER OF RESURRECTION. THE REINCARNATION OF A MENSTRUATING EMPTINESS. CAUSING A DREAM TO SURVIVE ON THE SIDE OF THE WORLD, UNTILL IT MANIFESTS AND BECOMES A WORLD OF ITS OWN. BECOMING GODS OF INVISIBLE CITIES. WAITING FOR A GENIE TO COME OUT OF A LAMP, HOPING FOR AN ANGEL TO DELIVER A WISH.
BECUASE IMAGINATION KILLS, WHAT IMAGINATION FILLS. THINKING OF THE FEELING DOES NOT PUT ANY FEELING ON ANY THOUGHT, IT ONLY DESTROYS IT. LIKE PUTTING MOLD ON THE MIND TO CAUSE LIFE TO ROT. ALLOWING IT TO BECOME EATEN BY THE POWER OF RESURRECTION. THE REINCARNATION OF A MENSTRUATING EMPTINESS. CAUSING A DREAM TO SURVIVE ON THE SIDE OF THE WORLD, UNTILL IT MANIFESTS AND BECOMES A WORLD OF ITS OWN. BECOMING GODS OF INVISIBLE CITIES. WAITING FOR A GENIE TO COME OUT OF A LAMP, HOPING FOR AN ANGEL TO DELIVER A WISH.
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