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NOISE
OUT SINCE THE 8th OF MARCH
Inside the mother gear
I bury a cold and lonely fear.
Embracing the knife of experience
I cut off my ignorance.
I choose to burn myself
In order to be born again.
Devouring my hatred’s depth
I dig and find strength beneath my pain.
Now is the time for me
To abort my indolence.
Now is the time for me
To murder my ignorance.
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