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The stony cold seeps into my marrow,
and the white noise of silence deafens me.
I thrash in the agony of my beguiled senses,
The true face of cruelty upon me condenses.
I choke my lungs in the stench of insanity,
Trip and fall over the mass of wasted humanity,
The satanic fogs of enchanted gunpowder,
hangs in the air since time yonder....
....but......what can I do?.......
I am blown away by the wind of multitude,
I drown in the wake of hopeless despair..
In the satanic fogs of enchanted gunpowder..
The true face of cruelty condenses upon me.
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