The Ailment

Thought Resin

The Ailment


Carbon filling void.
Evacuate my mind....
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Every footstep tread before, and followed by a million more.....
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Living in our filth, ingesting present we heave pollution.....
Every footstep turns the cog.....
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Semi sentient machines....
Known as human beings.....
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Disconnected reality keeping the slaves at bay.....
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Transcriber, mislead hollow heads interpretate existence.....
Become the dust of thoughts before....
Prisoners of this planet.....
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Trudging towards demise cadavers all with sunken eyes.....

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