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Ah; Cicero. Bravo indeed. We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea 'Make haste to your funeral,' cries the Valkyrie We'll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy sea 'Here lies a coffin,' cries the cemetery, it calls to me And all for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed No...

Nsc has it demons, spectres, it's fair share of soul sucking jerks, yet life has too, Pondered have I, whether to remain or stay - in held twas in I... In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a morass...