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Concrete WastesWeakness.A lack of purpose. Ingrates, the toils of peasants. The spirit which defines our strength, flooded with addicts, and soulless husks. Flooding. Sapping. Chasing. Forming. Shamefully we drag our feet, through concrete wastes. The only reminder of a better life is the memory... Insignificant to me. Sapping the life from an impossible goal. Chasing lies, Forming lifes trials. Wasted decay, staggers behind. Unnoticed they fade, into our earth. Her benign nature, too beautiful to spit your corpse back into the faces of the ones who created you in the first place. |