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Chapter One
Not one, but many...
The thought, the sight...
Kills us softly, with knife
Has the city been plundered
The lanes deserted, lives lost,
Mortal remains in sacks... The enemy stands, deluded
In bloodbath of sorrow
Truly, is it not the delusion... You live in peace, the rest
Live like a hermit, but stay
The benefits of both worlds,
The delusion of our senses? A world built on sensorium,
A world built on fragile senses Is a world bound to break apart,
Shattered beyond, into thousand... Stock Music: No Copyright
Imagery/Video: Orignal/Digital art