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up, up and deep
into the clouds, into the very blue up there has mankind lifted it's emotions and it's expectations wondering about immortality and about another sordid life... up there, our books bite dust and are rotting away, eaten by the teeth that have forgotten the taste of flesh and feast now only on illusions and ideas but, ...rapped up in their ego humans can't observe this midnight carnival of worms and werewolves... who eat savagely through our outer shell reaching the core, the very foundation... we think we can resist... but how wrong we are... because we can not understand we are fish that infest their own water! we're fools that praise themselves in front of the dirty mirrors!
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