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The Father of Consumption
He bathes in the father of consumption
Only to wash away years of destiny
Never to return, those beauties burnt away
To be taken by soldiers of misfortune.
The years go by with torturous intent.
Burning sinking bridges built by limp bodies.
These useless tasks shimmer through the blackness
Until all regret becomes unified.
An impenetrable force of solitude.
