SOULS OF LOST PEOPLE IN A MARCH,
A MARCH LIKE A LAST THOUGHT IN THEIR MINDS,
DEATH.
THE VOICE OF THE WHALE, ILUMINATING ALL THE OCEANS AND MEMORISING ALL THE WORLD.
THE WHALE IS SILENTLY NAVIGATING THE OCEANS WITH IT'S MIND'S EYES CLOSED IN DEEP BLUE SEAS PRAYER, SENSORING AND SEARCHING FOR ANY KIND OF PRESENCE INSIDE THE CATHEDRAL OF THE UNIVERSE, THE SPACE,
IN THE WHALE'S WORDS, ALL THE EMOTIONS OF THE UNIVERSE AND THE DARK TRANQUILITY ARE EMPTY AND FAR IN ALL THE HUMANS SENSES AND VISIONS BEYOND THE EARTH.
IT SAYS, THE HUMANS ARE FAR AND WALKING TO THE END.
WE'RE IN A VERY SLOW MOTION WAY, A VERY VERY SLOW MOTION WAY TO WRITE A NEAR FUTURE ASIDE US.
IT WAS GIVING AN OPPORTUNITY AND WE'RE WALKING TO THE END.
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OCEANS MIND
THE SKY'S LIMIT IS NOT FAR FROM THE STARS BUT THE SKY AS ITSELF, IT'S.
THE SKY'S LIMIT IS NOT FAR FROM THE STARS BUT THE SKY AS ITSELF, IT'S.
NOBODY IT'S PERFECT, WHO TOLD WE'RE? THE WHALE'S BLOOD?
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