A Greater Understanding
The World Wars were written with sequels because they have already been written out, the third eye, stare straight above at the pyramid in the sky, land of freedom, land of beautiful disaster, I clearly see the countries evil consumes, as clear as you standing directly in front of me, I can feel your feelings, your hardships, your God forsaken losses, Death in one eye, and life in the other, I hand you my eyes to hold for just one day, with your arms as tall as towers, staring down at all the ants and stars, Two purposes, the beauty and the bright, gold and silver glitter, with organisms grasping them, biting, stinging, and fighting each other for piles opposite of peace, may disease strike upon them like lightning from God knows where. They never understood the souls that never die, just leave on vacations; and breathe, and think, and drink, and sink.
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