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  Deluge of criminality in the moral night; 
sun was taking a plunge on the falls, 
in the name of cobbled up front, for our 
rise and fall in the primary casuality. 

Sacred contusion, on the floor of mausoleum, 
when you smell like a forgotton god, and 
lie in the generosity of asylum under the downy mildew. 
You cannot cry in the armless death. 

History begins with starvation and murders 
of innocents between the blasts. Spiders were fattening 
on walls eating untangled, discarded syllables. 
Punishment of defeat makes you a sex slave. 

The ash smeared body must lie on doormat.

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