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The Speechless Victim

by Wings Of An Angel

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vlock1 What WOAA is doing here, in the face of ongoing horror, is nothing short of heroic. Put this on and let it enrich you.
Steve Vance
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Steve Vance Painting: a river of murdered innocents Titles: who too late sensed deception Poem: pervading a world that has forgotten the higher calling Music: of deathless Spirit

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raulmori Great album, like always 🖤
Peace and stop genocide and occupation in Palestine 🇵🇸 Free Palestine. Zionism is nazism. Favorite track: Naïve Selfie With A Predator.
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mario1984 There 's absence of hope in this beautiful music. And it couldn't be otherwise. Will Palestinias and Israelis people be able to live in peace one day? I don't think so. But..who knows? Hope is humanity's great treasure.
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Smoke me, as you would your best tobacco,

Let the smoke curl up and out of your lungs,

Let it fill your senses and make you feel alive,

Let it transport you to a different place.



I am not just a plant, I am a feeling,

I am a memory, I am a dream,

I am the way you feel when you are at peace,

I am the way you feel when you are in love.



Smoke me, and let me take you away,

To a place where there is no pain,

No sorrow, no regrets,

Just pure bliss.


Why is that?



Because we're mutating into crippled species,

Our bodies breaking down with every breath.

Our skin is peeling, our hair is falling out,

Our organs are failing, our minds are caught.


We're dying, one by one,

Our numbers dwindling down to the few.

We're trapped in this hell,

With no way out, no hope to renew.


We're mutating into crippled species,

Our future is bleak, our fate is sealed.

We're all going to die,

And there's nothing we can do to feel.


We're destroying ourselves with our apathy,

Turning a blind eye to the suffering of others,

Allowing the world to go to hell.


We're screaming, but no one can hear us,

We're crying, but no one can see.

We're lost, and alone,

In this world of our own making.


We're mutating into crippled species,

And there's no going back.

No going back.

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released November 21, 2023

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Wings Of An Angel Israel

My own identity feels like a construct, a collection of roles and personas worn like so many masks. Who am I, really?

Perhaps in the end, we are all just characters in someone else's novel, puppets dancing on strings we cannot see.
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