Feed. Grow learn and feast.
Eat upon thw weak and manipulate the meek.
Why is everything we do something I've already seen.
Contorting the basis of human thought to human form.
Are you conforming to the weakness or is the weakness clinging to you.
and if I said that was really me over there watching the things we do listenin to our conversation...
Would you think me mad? Insane for the lame and my finger's blame points us to shame.
But really that's me over there even if I was to scared to dare to point out many of these things we do.
But not scared in the sense of innocence only for the fear of changing what was really never meant to be.
Lying down between the sounds of my mayter and my muse. Shown me everything once and I had known all there is to do.
Holding on to a glimpse of the blue. Hidning behind hiding eyes to stay in the mind.(Your free and clear)
Minds asunder bereft of thunder your all safe in your nothing place. For when you live in denial There is something to lie for worthwhile. And when you live with the truth well your face will turn blue.
Slowly sinking fast to fall on your face with nothing but the taste of grey. And let's travel back to when you Th ought of me; black as night and sinking into the purple see.
die you wouldn't let me try to take my own life though it has no hold on you it has turned your fingertips blue.
Feeding on the after thought it was truly her soul she had lost.
Falling in love with Satan's eyes. Protuding madness across the tounges of little girls and boys of the nation of freedumb. I only want to lose myself to the b l ue. Hoping praying straying from myself and thr truth. Torn amidst the growing soul and the past present of love. Never hope to hurt a fly but when melancholy come you must learn to die. Or you could pray for flight despite in spite of this mind and your plight to fight an hope tonight that everyone tuned these things
wishing a wish machine straying form the truth we find you merely survive on life and hide behind...
I'm gettin a little ahead of myself. But what if we were all the same kind. You know born to live and live to lie. Lie to hide what's really behind those eyes. Eyes to sight and sight to man for his only hope is to try and understand. We are coming nearer to the end of another cycle and unless you learn that your souls are being recycled and rewashed to be used four times over. They want to see if you can remwmbwe to remember that things in your brain will always remain the same but that the soul is soules in a sense how could you have a soul if you force your mind to to make yourself forget?
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