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The Final Cut 11:27 p.m. 2005-12-24 In the spilling of your pulse there will be a reckoning and the final diligence to dedicate a means to delineation. And the cut will be a trembling dialogue and the severing will echoe. Old words as testament to written path and deviations in occurence to coincide with this eve will be figuratively uncharted. Prophetic on front porches and the rent that is ruptured will yield no rapture and the font of this has been reaffirmed; i will burn on the streets, passion painted curbside to render. A final gasping breath to etch memory out of binary. back & forth |