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It is better to die from curiosity than cancer

Be wary where you air your demons

Everybody holding hands will never be the key to peace

But let’s imagine just for a second this would ever happen

How long until the person to your left leaves you broke and person to your right grabs your fucking throat?

Look, someone down the line died

What’re we gonna do with him?

Sever both the hands that hold him

Look, there is a child being beaten with his own hand

I would go to save him

But, my hands are all tied up

I am starting to feel sick, who gave me this?

I am gnawing at my hands

Who knew that holding a hand could imprison me?

We all bled out in the heat of the sun

Messages came from down the line that there was peace

In the east, west, north, south?

All I know is that it’s hell right here

I am still growing accustomed to sleeping on my back, but the stars are the only thing that brings me relief now

Suddenly they all align and attempt to communicate with me

“The first man to break the chain, will learn to love isolation”

I break the chain

They all bled out in the heat of the sun

With one missing link they will perish

In the east, west, north, south?

They care not where

They all scream as the great snake appears

It eats them horrifically

I care not for them, I am free from the chain