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Sep 20
Terminal is a bullet to the neck from 200 yards.
Terminal is the bleats of sacrificial lambs served under the table.
Terminal is the silence and the spectacle.
Terminal is the confusion of warped legacy.
Terminal is the predator of scapegoats.
Terminal is the wasp in the hive.
Terminal is the city devoured by the hill.
Terminal is the scale teetering on an edge.
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