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This Surreal World

we walk alone through this
endless abyss called life.
a constant cycle of
circumstance, situations,
simple pleasures with little
meaning. the more we walk
the further we become
from ourselves...from god?
peaceful bystanders in
a story already complete.
from across the desert
comes a winged beast
its body in flames
incinerating the land below.
a cry from the heavens
the city burns throughout the night.
a cry to the heavens
hello...is there anybody out there?
Written by brainsandwich
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