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 Grandeur Of Melancholy

Sorry Is Empty

Asking has no whys
in the the gallery that I'd ignore.
If you knew it was more,
then building cyber pyramids.

Dreams...awake...in a cybernetic...
was all before, in a host or known before birth.

There is no place for me, in this life
wondering for what. If you are good or bad.
Santa ain't delivering, with presents on the floor.
Sorry is empty and you are dead in lore.

Forgot with destruction,
left with only wanting more.

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