Creaking like a faulty radio. Your words ring true and bring doubt when the grand orchestra sounds hollow. A high tech world surpassing and dazzling the young minds all fall short when nature's fury reveals the weak dependent beings that modern crutches have turned us into. Once again hurtled back to the dark of the cave. I wonder often at the sentiments that you express so well. Good to know that there is another light in the cave.
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Creaking like a faulty radio. Your words ring true and bring doubt when the grand orchestra sounds hollow. A high tech world surpassing and dazzling the young minds all fall short when nature's fury reveals the weak dependent beings that modern crutches have turned us into. Once again hurtled back to the dark of the cave. I wonder often at the sentiments that you express so well. Good to know that there is another light in the cave.