December night of a thousand words
it creeps into my soul
burns deep and fills me with hope
i understand though passion blinds me
knowing the consequences and bleeding still
forever must the machines run and in the end,
must they die
never attaining but always achieving
and now that the end is in sight
cast your head to the sky
breathe my friend, breathe....
Memory gives emotions second life...
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