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Fifteen End Of The Century

quest for permanence, we lose sight of the relative unimportance, of our conquest to see who can produce the most trash Before you Die Welcome to the end of the century

quest for permanence, we lose sight of the relative unimportance, of our conquest to see who can produce the most trash Before you Die Welcome to the end of the century

Back in the fourteenth century When the world was plagued by horrid diseases Discovered lifeless bodies were buried Knowing very little about true symptoms

My temperatyre gayge read "cold and blistery" Spinnin' wheels made each piece of asphault history This was Jesus debut out the penitentiary Fifteen years, but it seem like a century

only fifteen years ago, could have imagined. Then, I projected it six hundred years into the future. Today it seems quite possible that the horror may be upon us within a single century

temperatyre gayge read "cold and blistery" Spinnin' wheels made each piece of asphault history This was Jesus debut out the penitentiary Fifteen years, but it seem like a century

only fifteen years ago, could have imagined. Then, I projected it six hundred years into the future. Today it seems quite possible that the horror may be upon us within a single century