We returned to heaven to confront our resurrected horrors, they'd restlessly started a horrible revolt.
So I smashed their thieving greedy blackened halos right back into broken zeros of digital hope, copper, and hurt.
Say I won't.
All your artists are just servants of the status quo.
This darkness starves us, trademarks us miserable.
Come damage me, do your worst. Our impossible populous.
The machinery stays as the scenery crumbles away and we capitalize on our opportunities.
Come damage me.
I descend into the cadence to unlock the city gates and retreat to my basement.
Make the end come for me
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