Rotting surface, in Isolation. Fettered your face. Turns
inside out. Truth is a fear. Blinded with conceit. This
Rusty your eyes, rusty notion and shield. Fixation by
confined your inside Bleeding fear, crucified rage. So
cruel intrinsic evasion. A face of red, but a heart of
stone cold black. Dispersed trust, wicked eyes get a curse
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