Beauty existence a flowing a river going a mountain snow falling gradually a dusting of opportunity a religion once followed wayside wandering boy child growing a progression of stars a silhouette so subtle yes there is a place where sight cannot taste the...
the love words seem to waste mirrorball spinning above dance floor a split second streaming seemingly dreaming however blatantly screaming he goes alone exhibiting a slow breathing reaching a state where in his eye this moment lasts forever.
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Return immortal or Mirror dreams eternity
Relinquish all doubt that i might never win
you are just a memory of the state i've been in
for twenty years, maybe more
regardless
long enough
i am metal, i am god
i am metal god
i am that which believes
that conflict is not real
nor homeostasis,
a dream
they will anger rise
they will spin like jealous wives
they will suffer no acceptance
and no longer will i bow
to the mirrors will they plow.
you are just a memory of the state i've been in
for twenty years, maybe more
regardless
long enough
i am metal, i am god
i am metal god
i am that which believes
that conflict is not real
nor homeostasis,
a dream
they will anger rise
they will spin like jealous wives
they will suffer no acceptance
and no longer will i bow
to the mirrors will they plow.
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