The rhythms of our curses create the sway and movement that is revealed. With very little known and nothing to lose we ignite ourselves on fire to walk in the dark forest of our sub conscious, hoping to find salvation in identity. The infinite road that we have attempted has left us astray, with life zooming by. Caught in the head lights of the desolate future, we are struck. There is no fear in the fate that is engraved in our palms. The cold breath, escaping with our lies, fades with our bodies into the empty darkness. These phantoms only show truth with deception. The demons and sins show only as skin and flesh. We are ashamed to unveil our faces so we hide in the night, fighting the light that has been turned on.

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