I'll self-destruct
With and entity in me that
Fails and corrupts.
Like cryptic
Can we leave it behind, to be untouchable?
To document with
You can pull nails,
but a hole is made,
and for every
A fear forms I cannot name
pulsing in waves of sine,
in
I woke from underneath the signs of a plan surreal,
but
A man amidst thieves,
lay lame and sickly,
as the passersby see
but
“Of how many cities brought to light,
How many cities are
Young Man,
Please take the stands,
Don't still your tongue,
For those you
Our eyes have plans to undress this room and erase
Where feet of iron could not dare,
there lay christened in
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