Causeways of intelligent thoughts, focus on presiding formulas,
interrupting constantly.
Giving insincere promises no particular way, yet fulfilling the emptiness of ages.
Solemn peace, somberly laying to rest all manner of creative
rhythm, as fidelity slips past and death enters through doors of
tomorrow, letting no one escape their fateful destiny.
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