.I walk alone, head down, in a pale grey scene. Every step leads to atrophy.
This body made for conquest, instead a pawn on a stage so worthless.
I saw the future as endless reaches. The skyline's promise, has left me faced with.
Who's dreams are you killing? And who's pockets are you filli.
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