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As leaders of our nations eat with gods of our past, we are looking for a way out to fix the crack. Relying on books and wordplay from teachers of our class. We at the sins of yesterday while playing chess with computer hacks. Paint a picture and read the text, cursive words into a hex. Deliver pops and the deepest regrets. Angel song and demons dance; paper psalms and amazing sex. Across the plane of happiness behind the solar plex ... She says goodbye with a cold stone face gone forever and the seasons change.