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T.I.R.E.D.
Fueled by blindness
Driven by greed
Armor, layered with thick foolishness
Weapon, sharpened with hope in vain
Madness cropped at its best
A warrior pulled out of my thigh... signifying nothing
All battles entered, never won
Numbness, only trophy kept
Tired of tiredness
I slowly wither
Numb with solace
Fading in every pulse and beat of veins
An era that dawns failure
consuming me voraciously
~Atan
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