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In my mind it is clear, a truth within, I hold the key;
Through the fields of joy, at times of pain, I am fury.

Nurture the food of my disgust,
their pain will easy my victory;
Before despondent, insecure,
now focused on reality.
My soul can shape the mould of
time, I am a chosen entity;
Defy the gaping wounds that cry:
Fury is now becoming me.

Tired of reading lies, stretched wretched whore,
Soul searching plea.

Lies nurture my discontent, sick of the same cursing voice.
I will spit on your graves.

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