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Encompassed with such nonsense, too many loose ends. Habitual patterns, insatiable process; no progress. Just a trail of burning debris, stifled under the formal decree we've accepted. Subservient. plead your ignorance in an instant, your the dependent directing this backward momentum.
Skyscrapers splinter the sky, muffling the echoing
cries of every starving child far and wide. This is hell, this is hell. Wake up from your plentitude, see all is not well. The realist issues go neglected, are we that
unreceptive and selfish? These buildings and all that you see are just props to procure a delusional preconception of luxury. Take in all that you see. Your concept of living is extravagantly unnecessary
Bury yourself in gold

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