Face Of Change
Humanity Began Its End
When Value Had A Face
Worth Had No Cost
Pricelessness Reaches Attainable, As
Worthlessness Became The Currency
Of Forgotten Souls Whose Hearts
Transformed, Into Paper Thin Remnants
Of What The Mind Could Have Been
Before Humanity, Began Its End.....
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