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A CROSS TO BEAR FOR THE UNAWARE, i SIT AND STARE...
A DiSFiGURED SHAPE, YET STiLL AWAKE.
SOME ROLL THE DiCE iN THiS LiFE...
TORN BY STRiFE iNCONCEiVABLY RiFE.
HiDDEN TO THE CORE, HYPERViSOR BACKTRACK, WAR!!!
iT HAS BEGUN, iT BEGAN LONG AGO...
FOR THOSE THAT KNOW & THOSE THAT DON'T.
YOUR MiND iS A WEAPON, DON'T LOSE HOPE.
PARROT COLOURED QUBES i STAND OBTUSE.
WiTH PURiSM PRiSM i FORESEE A ViSiON FORETOLD.
TO LiVE OUT THESE UNCiViLiSED TRiBALiST TiMES OF OLD.
ANOTHER NAME TO THE TRASH, A NEW BEGiNNING iN A FLASH.
THiS iS MY CHURCH, THiS iS WHERE i HEAL MY HURTS.
BEKNOWN TO FEW BEHiND THiS MASK, iT'S TiME TO CHANGE WHAT'S iN THE PAST.
THROUGH ECHOES OF MY HOUSEGLASS, i HOLD STEADFAST.
THE SANDS OF TiME ARE YET TO PASS.
THiS iS YOUR CAPTAiN SPEAKING, HOLD THE MAST!!!
UNTiL WE MEET AGAiN... HOWEVER THAT MAY BE.
PERHAPS YOU'LL KNOW iT iS ME, iF NOT, GG.
It's not worth speaking to people who wish to not think themselves.
The path goes from naivety to cynicism to wisdom.
Be weary of those whom which you share your thoughts.
Some never pass the first set of traffic lights...
The end is drawing near, powered by a blood red greed you lurk,
searching for a means to spread your meaningless worth𒀱
You build your walls to keep us in, imprisoned in our apathy.
The classes separate, watching as the guillotine swings.
Crippled with no recourse, they begin to take the lead.
Ushering an age of dynasties𒂝 WE ARE NEVER FREE.
The broken suffer, brought to their knees...
The guilty prosper, consumed by greed.
A vicious cycle, stuck on repeat, the innocent stripped of humanity!
This is Hell地狱 Poverty of Self自
So stand the ƒuck up, show me that this life is worth living.
Take this day and call it your own, this is your chance to redeem yourself.
But the only thing YOU know about me is MY NAME.
I roam across the land...
I wish to seek and understand the truth about life and about who I really am.
Death is the road to Awe, my blood is still young and karma's knocking at my door.
Mindless progress is a dire setback, humanity is slipping through the cracks.
Instill in me the death of thoughtlessness, this is home and I can't let it go.
Tell me would you take the chance if freedom meant losing everything you’ve ever had?
You can be the catalyst, you can be the change.
You'll never know the beauty that's beyond.
I can be the dreamer, I can, I am.
Even then the saddest sounds were nothing laughter could not drown.
But we are not laughing now...
Even together... we stand apart, swallow the sun, erase the sky.
An invitation has been declined, where did you go? Where did you go?!
If they'll ever know...
Dissolve into the ether, let me save your life again...
This was never an effective way to rally insurgents.
Or really even the occupation of a rational person.
When you write about seclusion and some buyers finally tune in
You get frightened finding happiness can drive away the movement in a jiffy.
Just eat your food and keep the future iffy...
That fruition's for the viewers who need a loser to pity.