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thrust unto me
this dreaded white noise hands clasped to ears but still i hear the noise thrust unto me this dread white noise so that i don't hear the talkings of them thrust unto me this readed white noise that praises the emptiness of static thrust unto me this dreaded white noise when the world falls all will be crazed and lost thrust unto me this dreaded white noise my eyes wide; fear and ragedly breathing thrust unto me this dreaded white noise that will end man and start a universal war
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