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An assignation,

Of pure frustration,

A sense of distorted creation.

A fascination,

With the exaltation

Wrapped in glorified sensations,

That somehow this trepidation

Of annihilation,

Goads us us on to this annihilation.

We need to fight back in retaliation,

And use our revitalisation

To re establish spiritual creation,

Not twisted by the reverberation,

But pure in grace and divination,

To achieve the creators ingratiation.