Lizt

At the End

With pounding hearts and shackles, we are dragged through time. Swaddled with everlasting ignorance of what lies in wait before us. I’m scared. The majority have no rule, but are ever-yielding to a figmented figure of fear. With not even a say of when or where, we are dragged through time by our ankles until we’re gone.

Comments1

  • Nicholas Browning

    I agree. It really sucks to think about it sometimes.



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