Blah Blah Blah: Chimerakiller2

"Blah Blah Blah."  Everyday, every minute it was the noise of the world. A steady drone of words some with meaning, some with none at all. A generation that said a lot but really had nothing to say.  The drone got ever louder as meaning was lost in the words that we spoke.  Nothing could save us though it was already too late. Moving forward became an impossibility splitting us into two factions.  The rift between us was meaning , and the other was just simple instinct. Then the world got awfully quiet as the rivers filled with blood.

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