Bio:
Creation sustains me. Elation reminds me to remain me. Talk to the stars. Flock from your doors. To replenish the wars - we're stuck fighting. We are stuck fighting. Through dumb luck - which of us gets struck by lightning. Frightening, to know, we may not make it through the night. Exciting, to know the same. Our choices call us the chosen ones, Blood, but what choice did we ever have?
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