the core
the soil's contaminated, anything grows on it destined to be poisoned, dead or mutates to adapt, to become monsters as if u can see the invisible writhing of it all. to put it out of its misery, let's burn it all down.
tumbling down
tumbling down
dont know when will we meet again
tumbling down
tumbling down
dont know when will we meet again
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