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Audio Poetry: Black Gold

I awake wandering through my minds horrible corridors, reflecting on false tongues. Traversing down my lobes tangled from scars of misplaced trust. I claw my way inside and out of sanity, life that which does not suit justice at hells gate. My own joker is my cell mate. Stumbling blindly over corpses mutilated by ravens …

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