The Darkener's Console

> It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

Toes —

Standing on your toes for a picture
You know the recipe

Wash through the masses
With hidden corpses
With your own forces
With smiles and lies

Kill me

The stage is so relentless
Watered down and bent, this
The state is so relentless
Bend, this

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