step into my world of speckled time and space...livid and lively passer-byers with wry smirk upon thy face...ripping and reaching to pulled underground...gone....gone without a trace...to a world dark and cold ...weary , cracked and old...sad and silent ...stagnant staleness creeping in the air, darkness hath the wrath of sin so bittersweet...slowly taking heart of man knocking him to his knees
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