My soul has grown so weary of these evil times. These evil days, where simple kindness is so rarely found. My soul aches to return to a world where lives matter - especially the little ones - so much more than fame and winning some silly game. My soul yearns for brighter days, when all the world is no longer focused on eternal war, where making love is spiritual, and making money is a thing of the past. My soul is not of this world, nor has it ever been. Though I may be here... my soul can not comprehend, nor seem to fit in. My soul wandered into oblivion the day it chose to incarnate on this cursed rock. And I wonder sometimes if I shall ever reclaim all of the bits the feral dogs have stripped from me. If ever I can retake the innocence that even now they feed upon. But my soul knows it can never be it can never be. What was is lost, is gone forever - lost to the shadow lands of time and destiny. And my soul, why it sits and waits and hopes it's not too late for better days, brighter ways, and a reason to once again smile. But I already know the answer - because it's calling my name... x
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