.To cure or kill. Trapped in this dying world. The pure and frail get eaten alive. Stray bullets, lunatic minds, needles in our arms. We just wait for our time to die. Numbered days. To cure or kill. Our time is at hand. To cure our kill. Numbered days, numbered days. Power struggles crushing the fal.
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