Redundancy calculating its frequency, aforementioned infusions thrust upon the collection of the mind. Turning the ever long Lasting into the enthralling basins of sand, while forever longing in response, letting it seek its own transition – amongst the fallout of human kind.
When currency wages its wars, children are the gold and the gold is to dust. Fallen Crispers reminiscently tag along to the hallowed out sequences, and the clouds straggle to peer white through the darkened sky. These doubts are the change to their precautionary tale, leading to animosity being forwarded.