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No fault.

Fault, none had I.
This boundless hatred,
entranced by an infinite sky.
A crimson trail where naught is sacred,
Here we forgot of the muddied path,
Now we’re reminded, but remain defiant, exposed and naked.
Foot-soles marred by our blood-stained wrath.

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