…….Maybe we got it wrong, and it’s the gods that need to keep their mouths shut when mortals are talking, that’s gonna leave ‘em sulking, what happens when we develop the poise and discipline of a Vulcan, should priests tuck that book and start walking; when the group psychosis subsides what will we see in the mirror, will removing unneeded glasses help us to see clearer, a weight taken off the shoulders of its bearer, we’re meant to walk upright in the universe as gods, not as old men needing a stay at home carer.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Tell it to `em!
This fifth sun race
We need a slap in the face!
"The real man is a magnificent Imagination."
N.G
We spend too much time wondering, it has us wandering
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