Surround myself in the forming structures.
Expanding sonance through the broken ground. I
lose myself inside the waves of static. Immerse
myself within the walls of sound. Dissonance is
all I hear. Dissonance is all too clear. Hope is
relapsing. Faith is regressing. The nails are
driving into my cross. Iron wrench in the gears
of progress. A present darkness washes over me.
Force myself to replay all the scenes within my
mind. Pointing fingers persecute the leaders of
the
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