Free Thought Manifesto

This is the point from which I could never return, And if I back down now then forever I burn. This is the point from which I could never retreat, Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace. This is the point from which I will die and succeed, Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed. From now on it can never be the same as before, Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore [Immortal Technique]

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Ghosts Of Fallen Leaves

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves,
O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds
A-mourning go?
Or are ye angels, bearing home
The host unseen
Of truant spirits, to be clad
Again in green?

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Quote by: John B. Tabb, “Phantoms”
Quote provided by: CZ

CavalierZee at 6:00 PM

Free Thought Manifesto

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Ghosts Of Fallen Leaves

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