Shortsighted. (Refuse pt.1)
There is no smashing in to the hidden wisdom, there's no intervention. Just a subtle taste of carnage, passed along as rigid piston; turning and smashing, the breaking point: Total apathy. A tapestry, or medley, that resides in a proper testing. Don't choke on the bones of forgotten sages, while turning a blind eye to the written word upon these pages. Rages don't last this long, or taste this good. So slow down to Mach One, or blot out the son. "Feel free to rip to shreds!"
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