waste;

There’s not much to look past in those bold pillars of perceived arrogance, the anchoring flux of pesky irritations and mistaken forthcomings. But all the same, you are there, plotting your snide revenge on enemies you have not conquered yet, penning in your own blood on the scrolls of the undesirable the plan you spent your entire life devising, the hollow victory you wasted all your breath on.
And it’s such a pity to think, that this is what you threw everything away for, that this is what has compelled you to barbaric obsessions now…





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