We now know our Creator.
Can it be that all source of light; has forsaken me.
The light has forsaken me.
No father, no center, no serenity, no guidance, just violence, the truths killing me.
Why can’t you speak, see what you’ve done, create and destroy between your mind and tongue.
It’s game over.
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