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Story of the Masses

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The time has come and gone.

My heart is on the clock.

What's a little bit more?

We're left without a shock factor.

Disassembling such an infrastructure.

This home is sure to fall.

Among such weary souls.

My mind is too numb to care anymore.

So let us trample the past.

Fuck the present.

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Such pain and depair. No where for light to land.

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Love the last line...I feel that sentiment too sometimes, especially when the past seems so overpowering, and unjust."R"

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