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What a shame that thoughtless skulls shamble across polluted, toxic land in pessimistic embrace, that frightened individuals diminish themselves for a comforting blur Can the individual only survive in the collective? Is every person destined to betray themselves? What a virulent lie. Only such thoughtless banter can come from such a march of empty skulls.
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Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC
March of Empty Skulls
What a shame that thoughtless skulls shamble across polluted, toxic land in pessimistic embrace, that frightened individuals diminish themselves for a comforting blur Can the individual only survive in the collective? Is every person destined to betray themselves? What a virulent lie. Only such thoughtless banter can come from such a march of empty skulls.
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Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC
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