time progresses time reveals the answers. At last I break through the surface and come to life. Minds filled with turmoil, nothing pacifies. Forced march
down. Marching like ants to the foundation of a higher form. Trash. Capped and smothered. Trash bag. Trash hat. Feed me fear. (Informal gluttony) Construction
the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried
settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried