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Rapist of the mind, destroyer of itselfThe search of pleasure in the risk of life.
The clock is ticking backwards, against you
Priceless art changing tone and hue.
Is this my burden?
Have I lost the fight?
Fingerprints of the Dialectic being - Creating demise deep inside of me
Achromatic visions, segments from the past - Taking from me all the will to live.
