Deja Vu
Fall, rise
Fall, rise

I'm in a loop, confused
Only the fate of my doom can save me from this Deja Vu

Those limbs force me down the blanket of powdered rocks
I go through the process again, bearing the pain to give life to several of my kind.

What's that sound?
Hear my bones crack, to let my veins sprout above the layers of broken rocks to meet the burning ball.
Its RAD and my PLAST found a chemistry that helped me see and synthesize till I went fully round the cycle again.
My past remains the future I live in presently.
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