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the behaviour gods of the new age Panic-stricken somnabulists, puppet politicians cut adrift Stripped of identity, in a post-truth reality Rendered, moulded,
you feel the presence of woeful souls in this moonlight night? Somnabulists amongst a deceptive race I've seen the truth Desecration was the key that
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