The truth is often hidden beneath a parallax of lies and blessings are configured in disguise, between your eyes. The curse of choice forsakes us all, for yet, the blessing of destiny covers in an insomniac wall. The endless tunnels lead to nowhere, and this doesn’t rhyme. The words provoke your frustrated soul to make reasoning apparent. And play with your mind. Life was constricted by shambles and chains, hope was expedient, and brought forth the rain. An eternal dept was created, half of which was drowning in distrust once before. New hope was given, heart was given, soul was driven. I like Cheese Nips.
~That Dude Eddie~
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