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Thinking Plague
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Consolamentum
Place your hands on this body,
that it be ready when morning brings
the end of days.
Consolamentumthe world cannot touch me
now.
This flesh is not a temple,
rather a prison cell.
Now, we cast it off.
ConsolamentumI hear the hammers bang
...morning comes
Consolamentumthe fires light the way.
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