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Confined until the end of time. Stock on arms, build higher walls. Fear instilled; our minds deprived. The finest of plutocratic design. Choke and drown in man-made misery. Fashion harlotry into a standard. Cash in on frailty, corrupt the act of being. A monstrosity created in our vision and flesh. The rotted visage of our generation reminds us all. Hang your head for we are damned. The black wind howls. Can't you hear the sound of the Reaper? Searching and failing; scathing. O' hollow souls, such a disgrace you've become.
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