Wake with the sun Sleep with the moon Consistency is the giver of life Pawns in the world Shattered not by our own illusions Conformity unbroken Since the end of the world and the beginning of us Structure wholly depended upon Would I die if I fell through steel bars, two feet from the ground? Bombs evade the surrounding My fellow terrorists grin inwardly Not I I am the unfortunate who knew of the steel building before us Pieces of me are inside I am a self-destructive bastard Waving reluctantly to the pawns within Good-bye my friends, Words exist not to convey my emotions, Do this I must, forced am I, You see my life came not from consistency, I am shattered by my own illusions, While on a pedestal, you put your delusions, Don't believe them if they say I love you not, I am merely saving you from yourselves, Self-destruction is the ending of all anyway, Good-bye my friends. Direct hitBirth sign: Not entered
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