Skin and bone have forsaken me; born into misery, weaned on the sin of hypocrisy.
My own flesh has left me bare; nothing but fallacies, bred in the depths of society's despondency. Risen above its tyranny, but still found myself blind to its infidelity.
A moment of silence spent at my momentary, unvisited cemetery, where my body lies, only to be reunited with my
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