
Out of your constructs, you are blind.
Out of your truths to your own reality, you are nothing but a deaf invalid. Sifting in your dreams you know not as lies.
You would suffer greatly when put where I stand now. Not through fear. Not through unknowing.
But through actual fact.
You are all lies.
Out of your truths to your own reality, you are nothing but a deaf invalid. Sifting in your dreams you know not as lies.
You would suffer greatly when put where I stand now. Not through fear. Not through unknowing.
But through actual fact.
You are all lies.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Abstract
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Size 400 x 740px
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