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nothing breeds more contempt for this world than memories now formed

every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds

for the trials of today I'm no jury really don't care how you feel

the pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers

you want the good life, you break your back

you snap your fingers, you snap your neck

seconds drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn

all the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed

a message to the forces, I've no pity don't know how thankful to feel

expectations of my daily bread gives me the hunger to steal