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The world tumbles as this mortal coil crumbles damn what's around the supports in life fallen down whom do you seek when your own density is in seek of refuge like the fugess ready or not life in clumps like dirt in a swamp just like my thoughts I ought to know this life is better when we get old but souls still burn like ashes that yearn for that earn after they burned this aint my turn angles trying to guide me demons defying the wise in me shoulders heavy with the guilt of this pill I consumed to be heard while a herd of humans heard nothing cause it feel on def ears of years defying this epic novel written by the sad sorrow filled individuals known as apostle while the most lived dreams are the ones that remain hostel :thefinger