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The only rules not meant to be broken are those created by nature herself.
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She lifts me up and I soar away. Free do I feel but not do I say.
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Face buried in defiance,
all these echoes in my head.
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Crisp the air as lighning dances. Foul the smell as blinding tendrils steal the earth.
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Nightime dreams caught in a softened web.
The beetles writhe within lost nightmares.
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Time and space folded,
yet nothing dissapears.
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Option D I am a father watching my girl grow
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We have endlessly been shaped by society and outside influence since childbith. Sometimes I feel our last true raw primitive emotion is found in our dreams.
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within the triumph my strength grows so strong.
This tune is whispered where none shall belong.
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Within an infant dream we are born whole.
Society with all its rules.
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Within the darkest hour twilight grows nigh,
subtle the whispers they crease and slide by.
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To bring a life into this sea,
so much a sin this task would be.
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Further along the serpent slides,
within these walls his soul does hide.
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Silent the raven soars alone,
embers burning in distant clouds.
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Forever young in a world without tears,
within a veil the sands bring the years.
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The Angels fall embers burning,
the wings go ashen ever turning.
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Within these walls, confined my loss, entangled is the truth.
These darkened tides, they bring the lies, beneath this darkened roof.
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Tangled roots encumber me,
confined within I cannot see.
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The print it spews a rotten black and white ichor,
as the news it rotts, makes our minds even sicker.
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Ashen tides they burn they roil,
in and out they churn the soil.
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The music pulls me within.
The corpse grasps and tears at my unforgiving skin.
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Days grow longer, twilight fades.
The moon it ebbs, the tides give way.
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Blackened carpet.
Hides my hallowed star.
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Square peg in a round hole.
The grease of life won't make you whole.
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Within these walls my mind confined,
this blackened heart the thread unwinds.
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With open arms I let her in,
delve within her softhened skin.
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Through the thorns they tear, they pierce,
but on I go my drive is fear.
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The confidence It used to swell,
My ever bloating head.
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The dawn she rises,
reaches out,
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Eternal echoing laughter,
haunting a jetlagged thought.
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the final grain finds weightlessness,
It falls without a sound.
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The hourglass drops its final grain, as the pinprick finds its home.
So glossy eyed in this final high, all I leave is an unwritten tome.
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Cracked morter.
Fevered cobblestones.
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