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Last Call

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By Lord Enigma Published 3 years ago 1 min read
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Last Call
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Last Call

Today I woke up feeling empty;dwelling in a aura of decrepitude.But being at the bottom is not always the enemy,because death itself begets life too. Yes I know we ask “how can we be worn-out;when we were freshly re-created?,and how much smaller must our spirit be broken down?”Be just,and wear each scar undated,and understand that you’re a harvest seed;so don’t ever be afraid of falling to the ground.And today you need not only to open your ears to hear,but use your sixth sense and evolve.So please don’t continue to be deaf today;hoping that you hear tomorrow,because that ring that woke you up this morning.Could very well be your Last Call….

-Lord Enigma

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