whenever a wish gets lifted, does something take its place....do things fall out of pace.....


enter into a grey knit sky....your mind feeling erased..... it's like the planets align in space....does it feel real or raced.....do you see your time going great? or is it just a myth hidden in trait...


I only bask in the daily moment given my mental state.....hold the headline before it's too late....hundreds gather to escape their fate.....just a sample portion to demonstrate how things become annihilate....its what you make of it you see....tricks up every sleeve...a pinch and pull there and then land the haymaker.....what do you all consider sacred....how can you compare.....buried in the isotopes of the mind....you think what thought is thankful to find....to witness this display of enchantment.....the peak has hilt to halted....the draped in lust and moonlight....the night has still not finished by....way of eyes so valital....does call toward the acetal....this no more than crash and blow.....the days run into nights all show.....but I've got to heed there call....for this nightmare unfolds......
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