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Death to the hipsters
Kill the transfusion of hemophiliac trendsetting denial
Gouge out the eyes of ignorance for the purpose of style before substance
Severed nerves
The cry of prophets
The battle looms
Grass will still grow on the battlefields of man


She walks
Heared it all before, I know you
We talk
Listen
Words transfuse with my blood as I realized the beauty
Yes, the true beauty, of the woman that stands before these eyes
I never took you for granted
Cranial pain as I ache in the wake of your ...