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Would you like to become |
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Dante's Companion in his grim cathode, following our tunnels to our subterranean covert foundation? |
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This concrete shelter is our nest now, a beautiful vase without a flower. |
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We left above us a dark minefield, seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday. |
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The electric fire is the breath of our god and its murmuring sound, damnation. |
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We are hostages with no escaping pod to return to our home. |
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Radioactive |
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Pretending there is nothing to regret, no monster in the closet to haunt us for the errors of our fathers. |
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We left above us a minefield, seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday. |
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It is our gift for the cockroaches, an infrared place to lay their little eggs. |
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