by zebrasindenver
Whether or not, you exist?
I am no slave of yours, i live out side of all this, and will never look up at things that persist.
For that is where we think you dwell, if my time comes i will go without a word to or fro.
Goodnight to all your gods, i am free with only myself to be judge.
You are looking outside the wrong window
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