Every day is the same
Nothing changes
Just the names and faces
And situations
Who made up the rules
That we follow?
Who's the chosen fool
And the fallen?
I'm betting my life
That it all rewinds and erases
Do I have the right to receive God's eternal graces?
I know I may sound disturbed
I know
But I have this feeling that
None of this matters
I know I may sound disturbed
I know
But I keep on thinking that
Accidents happen.
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Wanderer's Art Book
De TodoA compilation of most of the art I've posted on Amino, Tumblr and Twitter.
