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You have to spell it out. Where the sun sets

Without trying to become an avenger,

Far beyond the light years, I will seek the darkness―

When I make a heap of all my killer pains,

It was a breech birth, scuttling the forecast,

It was a mixed affair of love and hate.

This was the first evidence of altered genes.

Becoming, antinormal was not a―

To skim the sky like swifts,

Knowing the beginning and the end,