Numbers
A thing of technological beauty
A thing of knowledge
Brought down from heaven
...
Glass by all means is the soul
The thing that is easily tainted, and stained
Yet impossible to clean
Glass is by all means
...
Sometimes in
A city like this, destruction
Takes over.
We call them
...
I am a teenager with a heart that wishes to express itself to the world)
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Numbers
A thing of technological beauty
A thing of knowledge
Brought down from heaven
Introduced a way, god himself trembles
The fear of evolution is here
No one will save you he thinks
But knowledge is introduced
Knowledge paved a way
Knowledge shows us reality
And now we kill each other with it.