Reeling in the skeins to cable fed simulacra
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To which I run the feed
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Sandblasted faces no mouths to scream
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needless object always scratching
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This breach in Heaven irised shut
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It scorns this land without even ghosts
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Reinventing the wheel so many times
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I've become calloused to its genius
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I clock the signal to noise
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And take suicide capsules now
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For me the sky has fallen
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Is this how Braille sounds?
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Sound Out The Braille
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| Discordance Axis |
