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Pressed against the foundation,

A heart tattered on a sleeve.

Agony, awaken my true-self,

Remaining only as a soul,



My body, broke and bloody,

I shall not fall

As I'm lead away,

I shall not dissappear,



My tattered shell,

I am the single stand,

The rise of revolation,

I shall not crawl

To my dispair.