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Into the nightscape, an earthen lamp ushers in

Step down from your ego. The brain dead has─

The lesion was spreading. From

Like a prune, it was an old year, standing

The dream death; while birthing a─

With shaking hands you give a fatal push

Night. A scantily clad sky,

Ethics takes a nap,

Despite the anger, the truth will

A war was on, (psychological)