O Australia - Mad Rush

I am greater, and born to greater things, than to become the bondslave of my own body. I have been wandering through strange paths; there were no hangmen; everyone was an executioner. Take all shapes and escape. Hang there like fruit on my soul. Hang there until the tree dies. A rotten bark with little treasure inside.

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