Gateway

November 6, 2015

Will we ever truly acheive an endless form? If we do, how will we know we have?

Is the path one with no return?

Or is the gate severed between the morn and the eve.

Are we aeons, awaiting an awakening?

Or beasts ready for excecution?

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