Splintering, Suggestive, Cold.
The Voices pulsate through our minds.
We search for a meaning to life,
Yet we are blinded by the truth.
He falses it upon himself,
Truth is what He seeks,
But He delves into Truth,
And He delves into himself.
Never a lie has never been told,
Yet he chooses to chase cars.
Searing, Metallic, Cold.
The world was once beautiful.
----- The Fallen Angel.
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