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under the sky journey of fear…your done creation. fright my ears, looking side by side checking if it same convicted. bless your own god, making toys of rage…machine of his clouds hiding the face of shine. we both know why we cry and lie. you closed your eyes asleep in your box. youth is gone forever. lacking of words…all the words from you…i’ll fucking burn it on to my chest. a complete impure, blur as your blue…holding on to graves…the dark smile on your face and your clouds of grey

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