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Before Afterland came, dinosaurs roamed the earth. Cold blooded “lizards” who killed without thinking and looked for more. They came in all shapes and sizes feasting out of those defenseless ones who were caught always by surprise. Extinct they are but not forgotten they are. Are they the ancestors of birds, science is a virtue. What can be said of their origins, now that’s another issue. Throw in unicorns into the fold, a reverie said but nothing told. Only a virgin can catch them, others can only watch them. In the Afterland many must go, from the dearest time that wallows they turn old.
Hovering over the sky are birds of prey, we believe in faith; devotion or so they say. This amalgamation is disastrous, many die and the living stay with it in their conscience. From the unicorns we believe in dreams, a blissful sight until the shriek. The epic battle will soon commence, line up...maintain your distance. From the moments lived in time, days roll on like shattered stars in the sky.
Is there peace in the present world, only thunder speaks louder than words. The hunt for the unicorns is like the running of the bulls, not so close or they’ll horn right through you. Could a unicorn defeat a dinosaur, their strength is uncanny, they’re an unstoppable force. Afterland come and take away the folklore off our heads, unicorns don’t exist. Dinosaurs and Unicorns are myths, they no longer exist.
Questions arose while the sinners fell, lullabies paralyzed by fear...Gosh no more stories to tell!
What is there to look for in Afterland, carcasses of the damned. People of the day act like dinosaurs, savage carnivores. The sun don’t shine on those who murder for the joy and bliss of it, happiness and solace are dim. Distinct periods of time have gone by, flashes of the prehistoric and mythological went past the eyes. Afterland is nothing more to these creatures, presented around the world for features. Now come the battle of the dinosaurs and unicorns, but if they don’t exist who are we talking about?
Hovering over the sky are birds of prey, we believe in faith; devotion or so they say. This amalgamation is disastrous, many die and the living stay with it in their conscience. From the unicorns we believe in dreams, a blissful sight until the shriek. The epic battle will soon commence, line up...maintain your distance. From the moments lived in time, days roll on like shattered stars in the sky.
Is there peace in the present world, only thunder speaks louder than words. The hunt for the unicorns is like the running of the bulls, not so close or they’ll horn right through you. Could a unicorn defeat a dinosaur, their strength is uncanny, they’re an unstoppable force. Afterland come and take away the folklore off our heads, unicorns don’t exist. Dinosaurs and Unicorns are myths, they no longer exist.
Questions arose while the sinners fell, lullabies paralyzed by fear...Gosh no more stories to tell!
What is there to look for in Afterland, carcasses of the damned. People of the day act like dinosaurs, savage carnivores. The sun don’t shine on those who murder for the joy and bliss of it, happiness and solace are dim. Distinct periods of time have gone by, flashes of the prehistoric and mythological went past the eyes. Afterland is nothing more to these creatures, presented around the world for features. Now come the battle of the dinosaurs and unicorns, but if they don’t exist who are we talking about?
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