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There’s beauty in terror and it’s not all baroque when your mind is freed of all worldly possession Blank stares and all you have is your will to survive Primal moments when it’s no thought only reaction to your will to be eye sight fading spotted red fighting tooth and nail all you hear is your breathing isolation your all on your own unbeknowst to whats ahead whats behind there’s no tracking time All this fear in your head chained up and bleeding clawing at your mind to justify the blank stare the prolonged glare for the beauty in terror the wild eyes the primal moments to show we’re alive |