The gift of civilization

When you feel like a mercenary of lost hopes and dwell in foreign layers. Look at the ghots around you and think of their betrayal. They all had their hopes and dreams, but it ain't all easy as it seems. They fell on their own, so did their whole bone. Generations of quitters and weaklings they are the blamed still they are not shamed. All you'll see are concrete angels, glass and strangers.


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