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it is within me now, a vast and far-reaching personal struggle the blackness of mind taking arms against the illuminant quality of soul letching after pain lusting for release a hail-mary that shall never compensate for the poorness of humanity with all its atrocious depraved inherantness and the struggle perpetuates in the dungeon of heart there is no nurture anymore for it has been taken nor is there any nature for it's been consumed wonton and ignorant we have become in our pursuit of civility we take at the sight of you of your blood of your coin barbaric and savage our only negotiation that of the stronger force playing to you for justification righteousness acceptance unapproachable we are though and forgotten yet still we battle in your name in your faililng of us in your shadow