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Walking out onto streets of blight and misery, |
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Where strangers glance then quickly look away, |
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With eyes that speak a thousand words in one, |
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From weathered faces lined with years of pain, |
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Gorgon gaze entranced, what is real in this land of lives exiled... out beyond the pale, |
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To eat the gruel and scraps of yesterday's false conquests, |
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Reliving each act in hollowed atrophy, |
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Tasting pleasures of the flesh in absence, |
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These countless ways we sacrifice and lose, |
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To live in stone, entrapped, ensnared, unblessed, unloved... then die... |
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Welcome to the other side, to be a face in the crowd unknown, |
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Where we all sing along to the tired same refrain, |
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Fed from birth, for what it's worth on gray cloud dawns, and black sky dusks |
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...Doom. |
