Notes
a mix for clipped winged angels, for bummed cigarettes and bottles of wine, for bruised knuckles and savage laughter.
a mix for the battered and the believers, the rebels and the forsaken, who will not fade away but will rise up like an inferno, their every triumph a tragedy and burn before they fade away.
they will never fall.
they will never slow.
they will never stop.
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