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I called into the darkness,
only shadows replied with their silence
Surrounded and juxtaposed,
men senselessly exchanging violence
You can't survive this, involuntary birth,
existence the mirth of a blind God
A blind fraud, a sadist, preaching morality from the bloody pulpit
Your last hot cup of coffee, your last half smoked cigarette
The lights are about to flip off for a while, greet it ...
Wednesday 15th April 2020 3:23 pm
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