weighed down by the building blocks
handed down by my fathers before me
this barren landscape is where i shall build my home
knowing that the crops will fail and rain shall not come
nails worn from digging my well
forming my grave under rolling skies
only in my rest shall the rain fall
wash the dirt from shallowed eyes
Devious Comments
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There is no future, only past mistakes repeated in a new fashion... We live to destroy, we have no sorrow of our destruction... Is this the big plan? If it is I am having a hard time seeing the big picture...
It just kind of came out of nowhere when i had a sort of a verbal idea.
but thank you for your compliment.
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There is no future, only past mistakes repeated in a new fashion... We live to destroy, we have no sorrow of our destruction... Is this the big plan? If it is I am having a hard time seeing the big picture...
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There is no future, only past mistakes repeated in a new fashion... We live to destroy, we have no sorrow of our destruction... Is this the big plan? If it is I am having a hard time seeing the big picture...
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