Kiss The Sun
Akimbo
GENRE Into a timeless void we throw it all. Pressure of generations forging our gravestones. Mercy for outcasts bleeds like a stone. The guilty are quarantined and buried beneath coal. Humans as cattle, branded with a check. Processed and pulverized, they kiss the sun 
    
                                
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