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in a pool of flowing fire jumping from the trampoline of life into an unknowing adventure that flies with us carrying our fragile and crisp body to the highest peak of humanity on the white mountain our tears solidify into icy stakes and our eyes become red from the cold a life betrayed viciously by it's own immune like essence but we are only flesh and blood, and mostly water so we can not deal with the coming of the winds we are not capable of saving our son's from a doom unforeseen in the video games that shaped a generations of zombies dying a little bit each day advancing "to level 2" we have forgotten in the midst of a cruel time decrypted only by our sad and frozen clocks we have forgotten ourselves, our mystery we have failed the world of man and we will disintegrate along side our sinking ship forcing even now dreams and systems, of a new race, a better one they say all of us in the end deceived by our perverted nature that has managed in this, the last day of the new end of our world, our nature has finally betrayed us...
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