GoodAndBad
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I live in a place where people like to throw around their money.
Where having the best car is a daily competition.
Where having the best summer body is a must.
Its dark, its cold, theres no way out
every space of light seems to be occupied by its own form of witchcraft
I walk on this world with no stablilized path
the lukewarm presense of the present life
See the masked skeletons of undead slaves march
varnished spirits welded together by the sins of their past
through the smog they trudge
