Taste. Remember. And now, you begin to fail. Fail to thrive.
Bring me your adolescence and I, I will devour that fortune.
Stop. Preserve. And from now on, let go of his immortality.
We create our own destiny and design our own fate.
With tact, regret, and yet so evenly designed; I'll hang.
Allow my innocence to thrust. Every ounce of his 'idea' I begin to purge.
I am not a sinner. Provide me a pardon and I will prove that the only
reason he "exists" is because you have all designed this governing
idea that we need to be torn between what we want, desire, and fear...
only to go to heaven.
Allow my innocence to thrust. Every ounce of his 'idea' I begin to purge.
I am not a sinner. Provide me a pardon and I will prove that the only
reason he "exists" is because you have all designed this governing
idea that we need to be torn between what we want, desire, and fear...
only to go to heaven.
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