And so shalt the life carry on.
With each breath a new entry in the book of habitants.
Treading a new ground, a new path for which has never been walked before.
Games, we held dear, my dear I treasure each moment.
And like our mother and father, we shall both become nomads.
Living off the land is the right way.
Still I question my ways more often these days.
What about you sister dear?
A lonesome smile rises upon her face.
Knowing she feels the same.
The nature can't hold us
And as we came, so shall we leave
On to greener pastures
The city awaits.
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Agast! The fiend that is this city.
Sinful beasts here are king.
With our innocence damaged
I hope my next choice will bring,
A better life for us, my darling.
For, I wish you all the best.
My love for you is neverending.
Lonely birds right out of the nest.
With wicked bodies scattered.
'round this demeritorious street.
My stomach feels sick and
my head feels heavy.
With thoughts that more thoughts meet.
Sister dear, let us run away again.
Far near the sweeping dirt.
My mind tells me our promised land is waiting.
In the farther regions of this earth.
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Three days in, we shalt keep on riding.
Our automotive riddled with shame.
The promised land will be waiting.
She tells me that these sayings are in vain.
For there art no others.
There art no roaming souls.
They've traded their purist lifes in for
feeble minds, but we seek more.
Indeed I say, our journey is long.
But have no doubts my love.
The ways I sought out
are clear as day.
It will lead us to the core.
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We shiver and acknowledge the glimpse we had of the dreamlike utopia is fading with our every motion.
Still we come, blessed with our purity seeking out the promised.
The land, the hope, the unrealistic glimmer we had of converging with something far beyond what was sought after at first.
Darkness follows like vultures, while the pace quickens, steadily moving away from everything we thought of as ficitious.
Life never knew anything before it was given to these once heroic.
The nomads, seeking freedom, seeking everything that might seem good in this sinful world.
Finally life, was truly alive. Yearning every bit of oxygen. Feeling every bit of pain.
Thankful and content with what it finally was given:
Desert riders with nothing to lose.
The knights of the shining automobiles
Driving to the edge of tomorrow
'Till promise land awaits
'till the loved and lost brandish their sword like arms directly at us
And when we come to that moment.
We finally found what we were looking for.
Still we wanted something more.
The greed we bear
As a wound bleeding the darkest color, as if to show us that our souls are nothing more.
Bleed away my once faithful heart.
Bleed away my once fervent core.

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