balancing at the edge of humanity
tottering and swaying
the human integer
living on like a rock
no interest in the slaughter
all is destroyed
all is perishable
like heaven and earth
constantly crumbling
belonging to the earth
being without shadow
with a hardened heart
worshiping different gods
beyond the normal limits
a bankruptcy of despair
the smell of love
insatiable as the belly
the wind standing up
crying with lungs of freedom
struggling in a tomb
in a den of vipers
it was all chaos
shreds of the periphery
of null and void
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