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Silence I hear through the blackest of nights
Tightening my innermost sight of intuition.
Eternity not meant for small minds to grasp.
Ecstasy not meant for the inhuman mass,
Legacy is left to be the history teacher.
Titans with thorns of steel will tear your soul to pieces.
However much you try to escape the bruises and the scrapes,
Orange in fluorescent hues, your blood releases your life force.
Running in rivers below you fly through eventual tomorrows,
Never understanding the only reason for this smoldering torrid season.
Subversive behavior is loud to those in evidence of laws contradiction.
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