The grey. Away. Crawling out from under the grey sprawling bodies will waste away the cycle is starting it will emerge clutch a flask of ash. The illusion of sentiment buried with contempt convince them all to repent. Cycle of flames on flesh cycle of pain to rage cycle the fall of fate break the cycle of hate. Stop the heart of common guilt by letting go of common filth born dead with virgin eyes leave them to their own demise. Fighting comprehension in one dimension living censored lives caging opened eyes. Censored day after day until my voice gives way
