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Death Egg Zone - 2005-08-28 10:38 p.m.
Without sorrow, and without win, the day seems much more welcome. The sunlight seems much more benign, dancing with the darkness; shadows the violent, lusting spawn of that single combustion when the first rays stretch their arms over the horizon. It all dances and sings and wails and screams...passion, that can not be denied. Outside the veil of humanity, it's easy to point eager eyes toward dawn.
But that all had to change, didn't it?
The second we drove out lead feet up those cold cement steps and inhaled the bleach as we opened the door, it all changed. The weight of all demanding factors was personified and it forced the realization of betrayal and made it cut deeper than any knife ever could. That?s the funny thing about scars, they don't hurt until they're poked and prodded; and there's nothing more provoking then the stress of responsibility.
The evils of this world all personified. It all seems so heavy. We weren't like all those other privileged boys and girls, we had no crutches to help us stand or blinders to shield us from the bright burning sun. We only had each other, and at times our own insecurities and fears took away that only sanctuary.
Evil personified. We're locked in, so I guess there's no where to run, is there? I suppose all we can do now is fight....right?
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