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			<title>Damned to Earth</title>
			<description>The stars, the sky up above, expanding with its long black finger tips. As a child he would lay on the grass at night, and reach his hands into the sky. His fingers would trail along the abyss's little night lights. It was beautiful, a wonder of his own creation. Humans devices, our insidious machin..</description>
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			<title>The Worker's Spirit.</title>
			<description>Broken down, whipped and tamed.</description>
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			<title>Hollow</title>
			<description>He hides within his words.Hides behind his lies.His silver tongue, sweet like honey.His eyes ever so charming.An idol to all, a lover to none.For he is hollow to all but one.Things that caused joy and rage.Now fade with the rain.The rain that clouds his vision.He ..</description>
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			<title>Hunger</title>
			<description>A taste, was all it took.</description>
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			<title>Smiles</title>
			<description>Smiles, smiles all around.</description>
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			<title>Red</title>
			<description>A river pure as oil, a soul as clean as dirt.Crimson with sin, and thick with guilt.A guilt so cruel and so very cold.Cold as the prods of the devils of man.Devils that taint the river with Ether.Ether that twist and calms, Ether that burns and hates.Hate so red, pain so fed,..</description>
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			<title>Dreams In The Abyss</title>
			<description>Even dead gods dream.</description>
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			<title>Faith</title>
			<description>A leap of faith.</description>
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			<title>Lies Behind Smiles</title>
			<description>The largest smile holds the deepest scars.</description>
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