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I sit apon my rooftop and look at the ants below
how they go about their lives, how little they do know
of the world thats set before them
of the god who blindly adores them
how sick they are of dreaming in their lives that move so slow

I sit apon my rooftop and look through the open doors
in one house they speak of kindness, while in the next they speak of wars
of the deaths that fall apon them
of the love that so delicatly binds them
so we see the line divides them, the healing and the sores


Hmm...This work is unfinished...Urk -_-" I'll write the rest when I think of it =P