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Exquisite
Is it exquisite,
The division between mind and spirit?
Words falter, incoherent and frayed,
Like phlebotomy in a purging parade.
Grotesque and absurd, yet vindictive we become,
Architects of darkness, chains forged from pain.
Dancing on sanity's precipice,...
The division between mind and spirit?
Words falter, incoherent and frayed,
Like phlebotomy in a purging parade.
Grotesque and absurd, yet vindictive we become,
Architects of darkness, chains forged from pain.
Dancing on sanity's precipice,...
