In These Times We Find Distrust

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Blue lights, filled with crystallized magnetism. The outer linage coasts into a rectangular trench in the ground. Dirt collapses on top of you, burying the lies you conceal for the filthy goons. The space between coals, fired into the sun. The expressionless fool, he escorts infantile rage. The moments pass through an hour glass in angles, into the vast ocean of knowledge. Beautifully serene, able bodies move into the cold waters. It is strange, that we do not know where we are. But some how it feels safe, like in the arms of a loved one knowing that fear is irrelevant.

Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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