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Water the seed that'll contribute to the roots of our society and sprout the tree of life that'll flourish to be something great or grow to be the downfall to our empire that erosion of our choices has already began to spread the cracks to our surface. Dead or alive we are nothing more then a broken world due to this high monarchy we giving ourselves. Are we gods or are we kings? Neither i shall say for that we are equal either way you decipher the code as if Da Vinci himself created it we aren't dinosaurs but yet there's a hole that separates us like the meteor that started this evolution. As humans we see ourselves as the builders of the world and engineers of life but yet we'll kill each other over anything the other person doesn't say right. Chains hold us together, change tears us apart from the start. The Things we're broken and we think we're so amazing we never bother to fix it until we fall like twin towers in the fall. We're nothing without each other and we know this is true, humans we are and shall always be, preach for unity but yet you see no similarities between you and me.

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Our world

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