Vortexes of Compliance That Lack a Suitable Wit
engines fall in blind motifs
swirling vortexes of compliance
we vote for our souls
but our souls are black
attack the fabrics of reality
those which hold us back
place your hand in mine
and we'll ascend to the depths
mutter soft incantations
but mutter them silently
we only have each other
hopefully that will suffice
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