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Shadows etching in the sky, and the true emptiness of our times overlooked. Dreary and weary I walked to the nearest pay phone and called the ancient entity to beam me up to nirvana. Little silly fires drown out the freedom of men. Men in their last agony of war, go and hide beneath their buried memories. Lasting impressions die in the retina of my eyelids. Somber ecstasy follows the men who live in the queer times of his generation, who is underdeveloped, who is a man with no lust for life. Sounds explode in the narcissistic sky. Yellow taints my heart, my road to the farthest star. A brick is thrown at the queen, who is losing her mind anyways. Broken toys, of the future generations fill the cradle's of future mothers. Whores bring down the mood, and crash it onto gods devil's way. The city world filled with lackluster excitement implodes and gives out the secrets to humanities last chance for light. And light brings the angel crashing, and the hipsters burning into dark.
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