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These days drift on inside a fog, It's thick and suffocating. Search for seas of gold, How come it's got so cold?. Set sail to sea, but pulled off course, by the light of golden treasure. What is this hell you have put me through. Seek and Destroy. Curator. Children are seen but are not heard. They keep me locked up in this cage. All that is, ever. Turning. Moon is full, never seems to change. He. Time and space never ending. Seek and Destroy. The dream is my reality