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Apr 2013
Dark hazes circle your thoughts,
The last obstical in the way of ascension,
Your spirit goes limp as it comes near,
Your thrown off the path you once followed,
You become hollow,
Your life was drained away,
This is the price of all greed,
Judgement is impossible to escape,
Let it embrace you as you succumb to its will.
Conor Cleveland
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Conor Cleveland
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   Gary Muir
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