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Shai Hulud A Profound Hatred Of Man

s all I've ever asked for and been deprived of Not a tear for those of flesh Not a stayed hand for a world that prostitutes itself Not a minute more of

possessions. I'm embarrassed to know This soil produced me. I'm dying to be elsewhere, Trying not to belong in a nature Of impulse and self indulgence. A

I've ever asked for and been deprived of. Not a tear for those of flesh Not a stayed hand for a world that prostitutes itself. Not a minute more of degeneration