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You know I try not to ge into philosophy
Because, we know that this flesh is tainted unto
It's very cores; finding, it just a waste of time
Addressing humankind why would she mattter ?
But she lost her track I lost mine:  you think you live
In a world which gives and we don't have time for your kind....
Trails in tears can't emphasize enough babylon, I beheld your end.



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