Is it architecture homie, or is it just the truth, echoing out, in it’s rightful place, do the heavens have a personality, or are we all just following, the ocean waves, it ebbs and it flows, all those desires, all those emotions, there’s someplace, they all want to go, a lot of the lost children, they just want to go home, they followed the river, lost track, of where they came from, unfortunately, we're all doomed to change, die, and rediscover, the whole new world before us, there are plot points everyday, it’s up to us, to navigate, through all of it, where are we driving this rock, hopefully somewhere we belong, there’s so many strangers, monsters and demons, walking among us, I realized it lately, if you choose the wrong side, the river divides, sure, you wish you could feed on the innocent, it’s definitely possible, if you go hunting, but a lot of the time, we’ve been pigeonholed, a lot of the bad guys, have no choice, on the horizon, to your left and to your right, just more bad guys, who can conquer the crowd, just Gu fighting, who can claim the crown, stand on top of the mountain of corpses, and dominate, or is it just a bunch of dudes, living in their own filth, when it pulls me in, drag me further and further, till I’m drowning, I have this tendency, to start dreaming, so many good things, to believe in, while the world around me, continues burning, but that’s just life, in my bubble, my cell, my prison, we have no choice, but to accept things, do we have a desire, a yearning, just watching the ocean waves, continue flowing.

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