Building again, from every flaw we make something new. Kill again, build again, killed again, tooled again. Rusted away to show the decay, the true intent, and the smile that never touches eyes. Stand in line, feel the blood drip down your forehead and blind your eyes. Change the end and break down the unnecessary. And it buries and obscures. You need, you see. It moves, crushing. It ends, buried. And it changes nothing. Glacial slow and crushing an avalanche of broken. We embrace with open arms and not much else until we all can't breathe and moving becomes the farthest thing from mind. What we can, or take or leave, behind us now and under the flow.
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