The unruffled present. Mocks Every single day turns to a challenge. Hiding the fear in silence. You bleed your decision in war. Enemies. Away from their peace. A conspiracy of the many. Religious men swimming. Bathed.in their lies. They vulgarly desecrate everything. A badly painted vanity. The truth is a closed door. Winners of a neighborhood. They share roles. A performance. Just for the window to be filled.Human vomit. Yes. You are condemned to the smell it. To redeem it cheap. What is kept. You claim a struggle. Stubbornness. You are ready to fall. To let your hanging tear go.
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