This is the same old dance that has always been known.
Too repetitive.
So there is permission to destroy this evil town.
Most likely I am wasted, along with every1 else.
We do not need to keep living in shame.
Before we all burn, may I warn you, never build this hate up again.
Soon we will all be dead.
Forgotten men.
And in the crackling fires in which we suffer, no1 will be certain.
Let us together close this final curtain.
And steal 1 slight glimpse of the truth.
From the few memories had while inhabited around this wretched town.
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