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The epitome of the falsified
in a statement to the pacified
to the point of clarification
                      that no one understands....
Havoc wreaked upon the souls
of the poor, disfigured people.
Escaping through my only window
                       to a mystic, dreamy land

On the ground, alone and unsheltered
the madness of silence is quietly dismembered.
A commodity lost and soon forgotten
                       forgone for a short time.
The essense of my only notion
writhes with the thoughts of mine own digressions
hidden behind transparent allies
                       all my bias undermined