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Bury the rotten, the spoiled. "It is time for birth..."
The suffocation and manmade stench of social death, one that overlooks the inherent love in man.
A unique grievance that lies between a feeling of revival in beauty and a body that eludes our control.
What does it mean to overcome death? To be beyond matter?
The beauty and life created out of rot.
THE SPIRIT OF REVOLUTION