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Convoluted casualties of twisted torsos scaling walls of incomprehensible height and depth, bleeding enigmatic sorrows created by preconceived notions of a reality that envelopes the mind spewing inadequate marvels of inconsistent victories, that lay dead in the pit of procrastination, seeking approval, wretched meet wretched, lost meet lost, we have found our way, the dance ensues, and the snare is set that we may dance in this cesspool of provocation being led by lack of and satisfied within this labyrinthe to nowhere.