wind is rushing in for me chained to barbarism by decree servant searching for some sympathy eviscerated in totality say whatever comes to you let obligation make it true giving meaning to this injury contaminator of reality waiting on the other side crawling over the divide clamoring to rendezvous promising it's meant for you sacrifice to tragedy blinded by the majesty sanitize the things they do only when it's meant for you desperation to appease vacant sages who will never see only looking for apology encapsulated in mythology say the things you didn't mean anesthetize it in-between break apart into obscurity manipulator of impurity emancipated from reality annihilated in totality
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