discovery
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A sick riff And a haunting rhyme Rolling back the years Within my mind, Bringing in the chorus That would rise us up Sweating as we danced And as we run amuck They were the days I remain forever young Older though I maybe now I am far from done And some may be suprised…
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Sanitisation and respiration Formulating excitations The realisation of expectation The penumbra of degredation Transfixed fusion of objectification Stratifying body and mind in an oblation Religious sacrificial crusifixtion On the alter of our flawed distinction Through our addiction we sought dereliction Unconsciously we walked the path of our spiritual extinction.




