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While you take pride in silent shelter Find me screaming at the door Burning middle-men of my lament See the ashes you lick from my feet? Only the sick cry for servitude - wake up IT is no thing - wants and wills affixed on third string The string is bright and thin - beware Progress without patience Is deformity Cleverness Justifies Wisdom Rectifies
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
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While you take pride in silent shelter Find me screaming at the door Burning middle-men of my lament See the ashes you lick from my feet? Only the sick cry for servitude - wake up IT is no thing - wants and wills affixed on third string The string is bright and thin - beware Progress without patience Is deformity Cleverness Justifies Wisdom Rectifies
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
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