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There is no key to a broken gait

No common ground when the earth beneath alienates each ruined step

Is this what experience does to a man?

Truth tarred and feathered in the shadow of the raped thought of hope

Basement fucked in your pearly gate fantasy

Each groveled reason lays on their table now

Eyes of the damned wrinkled in laughter

The ability to dream

Replaced by fondling memories