Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Psychotic OverLoad Desolate lands, far and free Trapped in the waste of humanity Never alone, yet trapped in a crowd Voices ringing - free and proud Yet no individuality, no passion Hearts on fire, madness amassing Countless years, with no choice Yell out loud and make some noise Show your significance to the world Prove your worth as the years unfurl Claim your mind as your abode A prerequim to Psychotic OverLoad! IsrafeL [iCE PSY] "Well, My last poem for POL, here we go to The Body Electric !! "
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