The soul of the sky lieBesmeared & tornThe horizon up
Dim voice drifts void limb trim triedOtalgia I hearWhen you
Everyone wants to be meMy reality no one should seeSo
Wokeup from where I liedOff the ground where I diedLetting
Indignantly I nefariously take the path againBut the question I
The tall majestic oakImmortal, unmovingSeeing all, seething allLoathing moves th
Time to wave your spirit goodbyeTreason to blame, don't even
Being AsAn ember film I floatLight isDimmer as I settleLike
I stand over the gorgePinehills roll endlessPitch smells swirl and
Entranced in irreversible thoughtBelieve in reality, I will notTrained &
Mold is growing in bluish formTextured and grained to opposite
Mighty weight I feelPressure is relievedOne I will killThe one
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