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There are profound deposits beneath the surface.
Dissatisfaction and Sorrow pulses through veins
Because the heart attempts to purge itself
Of all the polluted black cells of memories rooted in the aorta.
Sadly, blood circulation forces it to inevitably return
The heart is hapless and agonizing
Raped of health
It beats for the hope that a mislead white cell could come along
To cure the effects of the transformation of Crimson to Black

Hope keeps despair alive in man

Despair doesn't have dreams, goals, or standards
He is a cruel dilapidated man that knows only of the joys of being sedentary
He breaths and exists only for the sake of existing
He is the liveliest form of death

He contributed to mankind in the Beginning
To allow his legacy to run through the veins
Of you and I
Oh, and believe me
You will suffer like Despair
Because it is circulatory until intervened

We were graced with white blood cells
Man was not born to suffer