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Broken and pried open,

Eyes inside coping,

With or without hoping,

Ima die floating,

Then to the river styx,

Come back when I learn,

Inhaling life, beautiful

For this knowledge I yearn,

To discern, is to distinguish

That's why only illusions

Can ever be extinguished,

Listen, you hear voices

I hear the silence,

I bet those voices you hear right now

Are condoning violence ~