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I am a sould  doomed to roam this earth  Forever I've been here so long no longer able to remember my orgin This is my vessel whois doomed to raom this Earth  forever
Blink.               Brink.                            Sink.   We, the people, lose touch Technology and sin are important Glory of creation, not so much Blinking, we reach the ledge
Perfection, Caught in a moment so complex that the average mind cannot comprehend such an unexpected necessity.  To lie in arms, embracing what is and doomed never to be. 
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