Lose to knight,
Struggle against the phantom chess memory demonic scar nasty fear requiem for a dream, Despite the treasure of grace's blessed anger mingled with the stars of tears lost in the Mourning's fading grievances to light, Let the rivers of emotion terror run into shadows dry, As evil spawns the melonchally awards of mediocre response so hope dissipates as flower's bloom amidst the wounds of June, Growning is the nameless mother of joy, For all the loss drives her minions paranoid, Once united multiple szchizophrenic myths entitled angels by the sandcastling gravel of humanity.
In lieu of our participation in,
Sharing the debt of pain
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