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Jun 2018
Blind in one eye,
Blind in two.
Short Sighted a many,
But the Scattered, few.
Helmets, protect the Short Sighted,
From a great deal, a plenty.
But for what they see,
What a pity.
Making for difficulty,
You don’t see.

The Scattered, listen.
We don’t lie.
I don’t feel like we’re living,
We’re living to survive.
Stone and Blood
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