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i am the remorse you feel with others hands between your thighs, the beating palms down your spine, and the curved massacre from deaths sowing tool, the terror, the famine, the variable, to your feet and back to your knees, the terror, the famine, the regret, i sink into your skin and swim within your sin. I am the hatred you feel staring back through this collection of gray matter left from your filthy existence. the terror, the famine, the release. youll flow through time, forgotten and lost, the way it should be. the terror, the famine, the resistance. i'll be the memorys so fond, the way you wanted to be remembered.