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"In the thickening twilight I return home, the place where I left my heart on loan. The thing always never convinced it could go it alone. Is it old, is it new, is it gone, is it you? For in lifeless life we are two of the psychologically sensitive few."

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"Whether hell bent or heaven sent, these judgements they do not relent. There is the placebo of the ego and the ego of placebo. For when we all step in time, yes we can make our loved ones rhyme! The masses, the crassest, the last rest, the ashes!"

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"I'm inactive, not offline, as are the living that walk with grime. Their connection is direction that will shove them near perfection. They rise up with ears tied down, forced to fear the Podcast Clown. Fear that strengthens in the fight, but only when he's smiling bright!"

 

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"We all take may oaths in life, most we're not aware. In bright darkness now the bliss hides fast, trap the ignorance to stare."

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"Life is what we make of death as the endless end draws nigh. For the axis turns as the presence learns, but first returns to dream to die."

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"We all dance and sing in love, just as we scratch and bleed in time. For the storm above feeds the ones below, underneath cement and line."  

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"I am bleeding, I am feeding, but I can bring me back to me. I am seething, I am needing and pleading but you want to make me see. We be walking, you be talking, talking of the will to be. We be shocking, and I be locking; locking away from me. Strap yourselves in, listeners. Much like complacency, this is the kind of resonance that killsThis is your host,

 

RedGrin."

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