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Everyday that i awake i am reminded of one thing on a replay; the conscious minds that post day after day with no end to their despicable and deficient wordplay. They empty their minds on a platform that strips their life away, crush their fabricated spirit into an oblivious display then break into a sweat of dismal dismay. Their beginnings are no more innocent than the next but their ends will be coated in a thick film of just one hex: a birds eyed view of that single one objective to give heaven the chance in experiencing hell in its collective.

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