The Introduction

We're so fixated on our dreams, that we forget to deal with our nightmares;
Acting mindlessly until we're due for repairs.
Subsequently, begging for an answer for one question!
What do we do with the spares?
The spares of the past as well as the present,
The spares of the soul that once knew what is pleasant.
The spares of the mind, ready to fight, with a mandate already in motion ... devoid of emotion;
Who we once were, whomever we actually are, and whatever we will become all packed in one Trojan.

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It\'s merely a rendition of a piece of my soul.