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Have you ever stepped into a place somewhere in your mind, and just sat there asking yourself questions with subjects you avoided?

Who watches over the Gods?

They are but another ignorant government, are they not?

Where do emotions come from?

Why not ask if we can manufacture only love?

Why do birds fly but never leave?

This populated planet is polluted with humanity, I despise it

When time marches on the fabric of reality

Who makes the fabric?

What does it mean to have a paused existence?

Why exist in the first place?

On a scale of just and humane

When can I put this scale down?

Why don't we ask questions?

We're all incapable aren't we?

Author's Note

I have no idea what to tag this, dear goodness help me.