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watch me when you burnit was a whirlwind went by the series of illusionslove turned into a miraclehate into a fatal attractionpolarized generation under the orders of nobodybecame the most powerful body

attractive vividization it waskindly repulsingjuxtaposition it was entitled modules of incapabilitylong lost interferencesalways found in the andde-foundre-foundbroke down & built up once again

serials of successive killerstrying to bullseye the thoughtcure of immortality only when it's inscribeda body is nothing without a soulbut those words are entitled to its owna paper you'd callhistory that would fallinto the ashes of Rome

sacrifices were madeblood was shedroots were destroyed to never grow the good once moreprocess was forgottenprogress was unknownshadowed into the darkest erawhere we un-travelled with the timetrying to bullseye the types of civilizationwhen what we lost is human

you can create machinestasks that make the job easyinterdependent

sorcerified unfortunate series of eventsevery timesame loopinfinite rotation and Voilawe're back once where we werewas movement ever an intentionor the pure glory of the thought was enough to rule be-half

ancient inscriptionstranscribed into the same muddy ways of speechturning the words into on-demand whoresnever understanding themnot knowing hownever wondering whybetween the lines say more than they are

seeing the same show over and overhaving the same popcornwith the same freakshowdifferent-like entititescreatures of greedy fatalitiesdesire to monarchize so strongall over down in the publicdollar bills roll one at a timeon-demand for the titled

effortless bullshitmy apologies but the situation is far worse than me being unkindyou can't shake & wake them upwhen they don't see themselvesthe wool covering their skinand the merchant there to sell & buy itdo it cheaperqualified for the brokernothing for the sourcesound familiar?how about some Orwell just beside

some people are cursed with the sightpurpose of telling the blind about the colourswhen they are to happy to close their eyeswilling blindess this isidiocrasy of enthusiastic satisfaction

at least that's how they stay still & not fallon a yoga ballbalanced within the stillnessbanished into abysmal inactiondefenseless and already lost

how do we retrieve the alivewhen they are born with the belief to serveserve the nationtin soldiers that build the fencefor those to built castles and torpedoall for their of defensewell done sir you surrendered the will to serve

exercised facadesall in the same inexistent will powerignorant bulls on demand