Human Improvement Process architecture of a dying sun

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As these wounds bleed with spiteful intent
amusing my disobedient glance
I recall nightmares and illusions
I claim my sanity
just to taste suffering, to fall on my knees and cry
I am the narrow minded
son of mediocrity, the indifferent, the degenerated
my heaven is lost
and my dreams torn apart
will this sun warm us again?
while our new black sun devours all
like a black hole amid the stars
will this dying sun warm us again?
the architecture of a dying sun
makes my emotions flatten
apathy unveils my inner conflicts
futile is now resistance
I am the narrow minded
son of mediocrity, the indifferent, the degenerated
my heaven is lost
and my dreams torn apart
will this sun warm us again?
while our new black sun devours all
like a black hole amid the stars
my heaven is lost
will this sun warm us again?
I'm in a reverie
the extraordinary unconscious prison
the benignant smile of pain

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