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Distance Over Time
Sunday 1/16/2011 12:18:00 AM

the wolf in its crutches eyes the house of the pigs. monsters are not half the threat of saviors. the victims. the villains. the difference is seconds. we live the lives assigned to us and wait for the hoax of heaven. we tell the stories are we see them. and let history determine. if we chose the right side. until even history forgets us.

barking at the gods we pretend are watching over. corrupt with vanity of our importance. in a universe where everything is small. it makes sense to imagine something bigger.

in a world ripe with doors. it's no wonder we are drawn to the windows. no one wants to go there. but we all want to see it. the bottom. that proves we've fallen far enough.

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