The sun lightens the fields with ecstasy,
Raising them to the prospects of the future.
A life planned from arrival to departure.
Unbeknown to them a price planned already.
They only get guided and persuaded through their existence.
Would they really want to know that they are round the corner from a sharp blade
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Lives In glorious Kent, a stones throw from the sea, at the entry to the Thames. Where the weather can show a breathtaking scenery
Ink on a canvas, some twisted soul's art. Our lives crafted on the whims of a being with no heart. It lets us love others, and then takes them away, It crafts all our actions; dawn till dusk every...
Eye of a needle threading a design. Pins marking on the hands of time. Sewing each individual line. Sketching weapons of art, Intricate patterns woven to life. From under the skin, emotion & heart.
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the top of a hill and nail him to it.
There is a white butterfly... On this bullet of bone. Shot from a gun, it's owner sits on a throne. The fate of this man is one that's sown. Bone seeds planted in a death garden.
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