With the omens in flame,
We are still; we desert the truth.
Truth has no name here!
Anonymous in clouded vision,
Our disgrace, far from reach;
Left unknown.
Ulcerate - Omens.
When I was going up the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today. I wish, I wish he'd go away.
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