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There is no longer room in our devastated land for any futile hope of survival. There is no food to satisfy the hunger for tranquility, nor strong pleasure to relieve the tension of state torture. until no more air is inflated and light we levitate to the infinite sky to the crystal mountain where the gods discuss ethics but do not hear our prayers for not dealing well with the wounds of their creation and there on the sly we slit their throats to release the eternal peace until then private Digital painting made by the interaction between the software maxwell and resolume arena 6.

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