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Post by kalotaable on Dec 3, 2012 10:23:57 GMT -5
Ghastly shallow gust on these barren lands, sight now deprived ;Hail the borne sand. A veil of dust it wears ,now approaches dusk. Even more so ,that fear kicks in its musk.
These lands hidden and are conceal, By the mask of tempting worldly appeal. Impervious to every strike engulfing their life; Their hands and feet tied, more so their strife.
The end they see is just the beginning, The life they love is just for winning. The chips to load your deed account, So one can outdo others in the count.
Time runs and it flees; Stop this game of worldly please. Prove your worth, And LIVE ! open your eyes, step out of the hive.
Live not for what animals live, Break the sky, That would do. Conquer the sky, make life new. And be a part of the blessing crew.
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