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The longest battle I''ll never win. A scripture versed in the waning words of an already dead language. A vanity bearing unbearable exhaustion that prunes

Seeds planted by misinformation blossom into patriots and servants whose perception of soil and cloth is equal to that of the blood and skin of their

The penetrating stares of judge and jury condemn emotion, dictate the standards of said principles and bore plasticity through your character. Life slowly

time does nothing but work against me. I wake alone and walk alone between the walls that insecurity has built around me. forced into circuits, into

I've never wanted to admit the absolute and to its no absolution. that with much knowledge comes much anguish. that privity becomes Pandora''s plague

Speaking in the name of decaying foundation. Thoughts of mass sterilization, distorting choices for a dreamlike salvation. Factory made humans, plastic

Enumerate the nameless and the unarticulated. Falsify their saintliness and chisel them into stone. From the distance I can hear your silence and I beg

The process of revolution has already littered the streets of Leningrad. The indivisible masses have been victimized by the pages of their own history

I look at all the faceless. I see the pleasures of the lifeless. A witness to a passing phase of those who ruled my days. You're now in line joining