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useless words are the weapons of your convinction molesting infiltrating every perception disciples of a world called insolence memories corrode my soul though I meet you again I'm alone with a neverending wrong feel so much pain and endless amazement nothing is real as the uncertainty I feel thirsted I drink the poisoned rain my sentence . . . after a life in perennial cowardice thousands of painful dreaming elements like symbols of post-humanity collapsing like houses of cards fall into a strange, unusual chasm I hear your voice, your suffering while shattered mirrors reflect my damnation the distorted vision of denied purification as coward meets coward as coward meets me . . . From Letras Mania