Two brothers one goal!!

Angst.


In the pallid, peach brick, dungeon are minds slave.

Anger strikes then dies, an occasional laugh arise.

The heat misers eyes sizzle those who are blind.

The whispering ice machine sings a song of solitude.

The ticking clock chimes.

 

 

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