The spawn of yesterday’s curse give never-ending assurance to the celestial canopy- Prejudice and illiteracy no longer linger in the eyes of the Maker Worlds collide as anger is no longer heard of And tears no longer fall; Mass destruction takes on new meaning as fear is slaughtered by courage And weapons are hung by the hands of the Almighty; The children of tomorrow come forth in alliance to play judgement on unwanted crimes.Birth sign: Scorpio
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