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Artista: Genesis Wandering in the chaos the battle has left, We climb up the mountain of human flesh, To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life. A young figure sits still by a pool, He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool (he is you). Social Security took care of this lad, We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower. A flower?
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