Look how the ruts cling to my footsteps the fatal invisible tool by which we define we fight! for our approval and fear our removal from the safety of fools from the tidal forces of our positions not won not one! to take for granted are our rebel hymns in canted to sing in the mines for the fortunate sons? So brothers in spirit sisters in rage,
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