why do thee rely, only on thy selfs' human hate? is this thy truth, or is ye fate? confused am i, but lost i am not. in a world of lies and of war, everyone's blind. time and time again passes by. for grashious sake alive! why? why do thy wish to be consumed, in the wrath of thy self's doom?? if so, then tell me no, for that is of which my ears cannot be told. tell of me, which thy actually sees, for i too am blind, from the wrath of thy devils furry, please, do not wish thy selves to worry. nor ponder at such a thing, for which thy concious self can be, but within thy soul we should see. thy light of truth now fades, with thy darkness of thy self, ye can save no longer be. in thy true heart lies the soul of the now dead tolds, of the truth we should be. so, why, do we consume thee? thy devil consumes everyone, and that of which is me. time is now gone, with which it once came. and so are we...
now ye knows thy self's uttering, for once was it told, now is a memory...
(please do not take any of my material without my username or 'Cat*' written somewhere at the end of the play, please. i dont want to start a conspiracy here)
moving on Community Member 
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