Inside, watching the core
Of whatever we had left of our lives
The multiplications divide
We drink to quench the thirst to come
With the bones that we left the trap was sprung
Blind ancient and malevolent, cosmos divides
The truth is we never ever had truth in sight
We spat on this purpose
We...
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