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Fihademus Sirken

and yes we are the ones who assume that good will prevail because we profess good practices in life such is our commiseration and pity acquiescence and bliss pretending to forget the success of iniquity and impudence of those unjust who fight with forbidden weapons and conquer us every most holy day making us the eternal losers proud of our spilled ideal our beliefs mocked and the infinitely defiled pride. came with fog the day in that cold morning the dogs were silent and what else and now again forever we dare not even be what we are or suppose our kidnapped desire no longer burns for it's just a tired desire that sad and without glory will of cowardly living.

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