The disjointed chorus floated on the wind picked up by the casual observer watching the winter night trickle by in a solemn expression of loneliness and guilt. Alleged remembrances of forgotten crimes echoed through the empty streets dimming the cold and distant pain threatening to overwhelm and disrupt the sensual array of discord and violence. The mourning breaking free un-tying the oppressive bonds left by the once captive audience.
-Matthew Lynn
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