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Generation T

Vapid vicissitudes fade Because we all know them For they are life's poor grade Graded by pain and pain Felt by humanity, Humans share suffering. So tragedy is last Not first we're told, Telling lies to selves Ourselves most tragic Of all, is self loss. Terms of terror Unknown currents Currently blind Phobia's, all kinds. Past echos, Forgotten Generation, Torments Trammel These.

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