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Artifacts of our disaster firmly in our grasp

Manifest madness- Magic Abstract

Traitors can't be brave

Beggars can't be buyers

Cradles can be graves

Saviors can be slaves

Never can't expire

"Forever," cried the liar

I caught the wicked glint of sin on every inch of your venomous grin

Regret in my chest and the stench of rancid death on my breath

We're becoming obsessed

Vexation and stress

Stretching the boundaries between the proudly damned and piously blessed

I'm giving in to the inventive whim

On the fringe of a sinister Binge