Come, share this journey with me as we watch an entire movement foolishly run itself into the ground.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Thy maker is dead
I lie among the ruins my god has forsaken me my outstretched hands are full to manage all the pain the rewards of mine so plenty and yet I see no rain Nietzsche was right my friend Thy maker is dead. Thy maker is dead.
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