Eyes seeping through a plane glass pane of pain, through the espionage of the esophagus down to the heart of man. I seek the virtuous meek. The weak I weep for the rich I meet. Fighting the life of the tarnished and old, bring in the new flee out the old. Replenish the brain, build new ways. This is how I must live, this is how I must be. Believe. Rise above the rich, take there throne take there seat. -Skylar Kutz
— Skylar Kutz
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