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Hireath
I care little what you think of me
For my sinews have been drawn by your reactions
You controlled my mind, darker than your underbelly
Forge your registration into society
As I purge and delve into the stix of my resolution
The understanding of normality is blown apart by synapses that tithe your idiocy
Humans you may be but I am divine devil and blood surged into life
Sunday 10th December 2023 6:43 pm
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