Pieces of people fall over the canyons like pebbles, leaving an empty space where the sun was. The moon's sadness has a hold that the breath leaves and we can't even cry. You can never be filled on Earth. Suscept your soul mad like a child's crayon drawing where everything is never wrong. The Evolutionary Level Above Hearing wombs this innocence between each star, waiting for you to transborn in from the out of now. Fifth, faint the degree of light between you and Heavens through preparation for the final transport; this is just the beginning.
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