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We, The Chaotic Ones


Amongst all the safe havens brooding with yoylur presence could be one of those wondrous places. Driven by fear, exhausted by the minute doubts forgotten how to kneel and yet, grienving from the past How would I end this lament? I tried to call you, just maybe you would hear knowing your a listener learning your The Greatest My Heavenly Father... Now tell me, Do you even hear my prayers? or am I just forgotten? Please, answer me! I beg you! Quite far I heard your voice roarin mountains, crashing waves, storms, earthquakes, all in all. They creations, now wrecked uncanniness, oh how they paved! vanquished by our selfishness, yes! We are the reason for these! Xeniphobic by the outcome yet we should manage to overcome Zealousy could make me a better one.
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