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~Puzzled Path~ Our abode is weary Caressed by the gust of fury, Hearing voice of fading flames, Seeing shadows of shelter. The radiant flowers, Fashioned into thorns of ruin. The flawless garden, Ravished by the aroused sun. Lightless light leading lives, Rambling through this confused forest, If the Aisle is puzzled, Whats the passengers fate? Hypocrisy,Habitats Husband. Without a faculty, We are specialist in slavery, Alive in sadness,as the virgin mary. Lets Relax,Ruminate and Recreate. On this course to visit the future, Lets buckle the breastplate of knowledge. Beholding,to wield the trophy of fortune.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 06:36:05 +0000

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