Fire. Ashes. Rays.


The world is set on fire, it is a most brilliant blaze, let the flames flickering inspire awe and amaze. Dust away the ashes, it is a transitional phase, we are breaking the limits and we are breaking through this delusional haze.
The craze that has for days spread its ways via the propagators of appropriated knowledge go so far as to say as they say, and it's not okay, it's only spreading ulterior dismay and it is not what's seen as a shining light of hope, the warmth of the suns rays.
Well have it one of these days.


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