Conc - Utter Filth

We spout words wastefully indulging in our apparent gifts, in our unique appearance. When in reality it is apparent, that we are of little consequence. One death here, calamity. One sun shatters over there and perhaps a billion or p'raps a trillion lives are stamped out as if some cruel thug is battering the orange red spark out of his filthy cigarette, with his horrid smutty weathered leather heel. When a star dies, it enforces the truth. The truth that we, on the whole, are of ...
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