Histories boredom

When I get bored all I can see is blue

I can only image a world without the sun and moon getting lost within the underling tune

A thought lost with the truth

History's repeating itself without it's muse

Hate and deprivation lost love and salvation death and it dampendness reality it's way isn't the noses of the believers a silent fighting truth her she goes again a spoof on the truth. How the words unravel as you claim it to be true