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Enjoy Vultures
Life grows old.
Gears in the grand-father clock.
Time is mechanical.
The orientation of the notches,
they give no meaning.
There is nothing sacred here.
Impossible to forget,
where I've been,
what I've done,
this that I have become.
Milliseconds expanding,
off and out to nothing.
Caught in my replay,
Mistakes became scars.
Road-kill.
there is no glory here.
Damning language,
Damning union,
All things I have done.
The purpose is this pain.
Sacrificed for another's gain.
Enjoy vultures.
Milliseconds expanding,
off and out to nothing.
Caught in my replay,
Mistakes are open wounds.
Dead soldier.
There is no praise here.
Enjoy vultures.
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