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Homily in dueces, wrecked beyond comprehension. Half starved, swelling throngs of disbelievers, Half true eulogies eulogizing the still-living, undulating ghosts that whip to and fro between one righteous thought and one sin. Undaunted in fear do I stand before thee.   Unheard do I scream a name that can never answer me, as the human attached to it has nothing more to give. Haunted by my own self.
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
Lingering
Homily in dueces, wrecked beyond comprehension. Half starved, swelling throngs of disbelievers, Half true eulogies eulogizing the still-living, undulating ghosts that whip to and fro between one righteous thought and one sin. Undaunted in fear do I stand before thee.   Unheard do I scream a name that can never answer me, as the human attached to it has nothing more to give. Haunted by my own self.
james-rider
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
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