A Polished Fact (the Compact Death)


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Blood-red fear dripping from the screened out cutting
Transmitted suffering crying out for recognition
Your nutrition's a lie, the truth you swallow

What is it made of, the quasi-empiric opinion?
Another sorrow of man turned into faction
Drama pain in a limpid reality

The compact death is a polished fact!