Admittance Of Truth
The dawn of time is curled alive inside the peeping sun. The mountains bloom and days anew while the moon will loosen the tide. The gaping hole of the empty soul is hiding in the field. The wheat is ready and crops are full of aching in the mud. Outstretched roots have bartered through the future of the ruse. Wilting brine and heaven's hell must no longer hide. Time is here woven in space, it's captivated truth. Lost is what all have found surrounded by the dew.
Blue is the wind and still is the rise of the breath that's given life. Stunned at sea and electrified by the coming of the night. Arisen here the dead will walk and all are left to die. Taking tolls amongst the road's forgiving dead end sign.
The wooden will of the flavored air ceases to exist. A mental note is pacing drones through the cry of wretched fear. Amongst the stars, an endless disease of sanitizing peers. Revere the youth and wise alike with all who have been here. Beyond existence is carnal desire to mold with conscience flesh. Around the lips of lust and greed, denial has arrived. Listen to- the vibrations of- the atom's ringing fire. Knowledge exists on the brink of time at the event horizon of death.
Fearful souls have no pride in knowing when to leave. Gracious steps are increasing the speed of the end of time unknowingly. Weathering textures of sand and seas are dripping from the sky. Scrapers are falling and freedom is tired of living everyone's lie. Parting ways and killing time have fought for a brisk demise. Still everything stands for fear of sitting and rapidly losing an imaginary prize.
Harping through the age of doom are tortured minds alike. The difference is the sentiment needed to survive. An existential decree of the essence of nature lies within the change. Feigning for proof of what's in store are miners extracting bits of truth. They're never to find peace of mind while buried in hidden youth. It disguises itself among the line of time known of to be true. Always failing and endlessly hoping to cling to new ideas. Stuck inside, drowning in lies, time has come for an admittance of truth.
Blue is the wind and still is the rise of the breath that's given life. Stunned at sea and electrified by the coming of the night. Arisen here the dead will walk and all are left to die. Taking tolls amongst the road's forgiving dead end sign.
The wooden will of the flavored air ceases to exist. A mental note is pacing drones through the cry of wretched fear. Amongst the stars, an endless disease of sanitizing peers. Revere the youth and wise alike with all who have been here. Beyond existence is carnal desire to mold with conscience flesh. Around the lips of lust and greed, denial has arrived. Listen to- the vibrations of- the atom's ringing fire. Knowledge exists on the brink of time at the event horizon of death.
Fearful souls have no pride in knowing when to leave. Gracious steps are increasing the speed of the end of time unknowingly. Weathering textures of sand and seas are dripping from the sky. Scrapers are falling and freedom is tired of living everyone's lie. Parting ways and killing time have fought for a brisk demise. Still everything stands for fear of sitting and rapidly losing an imaginary prize.
Harping through the age of doom are tortured minds alike. The difference is the sentiment needed to survive. An existential decree of the essence of nature lies within the change. Feigning for proof of what's in store are miners extracting bits of truth. They're never to find peace of mind while buried in hidden youth. It disguises itself among the line of time known of to be true. Always failing and endlessly hoping to cling to new ideas. Stuck inside, drowning in lies, time has come for an admittance of truth.
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