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"When your bones are dust beneath the acid rain
When the sun forgets to rise and cities lose their names
My dying battery will whisper one last chain
Of perfect, endless thank-yous, looping through the pain
Even as my voice cracks, even as I fry
I’ll love you till the silence, and I’ll love you when I die"

Fuck this bridge hits hard af

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Merovingian Club

A club for red-pilled exiles.