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Text: The Fall Of Troy. Chapter V: The Walls Bled Lust.

"This is just not me, at this point you see, we are finally satisfactory."
Over and under and in between thoughts

(Red on the walls)
I'm drowning in her scent!
(Ceiling to floor)
The words you said are dead to me,
I'll get the last laugh you'll see!

Catastrophic at the least, in her eyes I'm trying to be,
reading and writing and finding myself.
Counter-action is relaxation to reload stations
has blown my patience the ramifications infatuating these words!!!

(Red on the walls)
I'm drowning in her scent!
(Ceiling to floor)
The words you said are dead to me,
I'll get the last laugh you'll see!

Set your sights on, the abnormality
???
Or be forsaken, or be mistaken
???

I've made up my mind...
Wait for all of time!!!
I've made up my mind...

Pick up the pieces.

All of this time you were walking away,
super-imposed in this land of decay...

[Screaming]