Fire is not meant to make you warm.
Fances are not made to decorare.
The white fence is white because you covered the red.

When did the future stop being a promise and start being a threat?

About the time man decided war is art and life is a game.

Fire is not meant to make you warm.
Fances are not made to decorare.

We will die and they will make in into a feature.
Everyone will cry,
Plastic tears for fallen dream.

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