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The grey. Away. Crawling out from under the grey

sprawling bodies will waste away the cycle is starting it

will emerge clutch a flask of ash. The illusion of sentiment

buried with contempt convince them all to repent. Cycle

of flames on flesh cycle of pain to rage cycle the fall of fate

break the cycle of hate. Stop the heart of common guilt

by letting go of common filth born dead with virgin eyes

leave them to their own demise. Fighting

comprehension in one dimension living censored lives

caging opened eyes. Censored day after day until my

voice gives way