.this will die out.
Narrative: Fear. a fever is dancing in stride with our metronome memory
hypocrisy here. painting a portrait that's dripping with crass composition
fumbled trust, the father is dead. cathedrals are burning
lies fuel fires, fear burns red, now i'm cold. i burn better in .
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