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| Time and Space fagan95 |
| They grow their iron bars of time, slowly, gently, fear enshrined Tempered as with furnace fired, upon the innocent conspired. Tender minds devoid of pain, now taught to dream in terms of gain Aged to reason on these terms, the maggots feeding, but not learned. In addition to these chains, space is added then to shame And separation gave to blame, for this illusions sorry game. Time and space, is thus required for evils minds and this desire to grow the tombs inside our heads the manacles for walking dead. |
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