Life is cruel and such are the people whom live in these broken corrupted societies, seeking refuge to only squander in filth and starve accepting the tyranny or so called 'mercies' of a being called GOD.
No one's an angel, we're all simply demon slaves hoping to one day be saved by the unknown.
Escape is no longer an option as we automatically follow in the footsteps of each other through generation in a single uniformed march.
We are born.
We grow.
We die.
A single cycle that cannot stop but shall carry on forever until the race is terminated, and becomes nothing but legend and myth.
_thoughts of a roach_
- Erickston's Neverlake
- JoinedApril 1, 2017
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