It's all a bit boring
The freedom that returns pursues kings in the bottom third
An explorer with his tight rope
Wandering wondering what we will wheel to the destroyer
Or how many rounds of ammunition
Will it take to change culture rattle diction
Crack through the fiction is packed too
The memorial is a reflection up above the clouds
The way shape transcends a new hubris
How many buckets will fit in one another?
Even if it was endless the figure would become a bridge
A gap from start to end
A jumping off point
Curtail another route flourish the winds of ubiquity
I thought I was doing a good job
I figured I had too.
The natural rays finally shower my knowledge
The waves spread us in seeds with seeds
See me in the fire burnt out in flames
Blame the ever drone in the atmosphere
Call the rain a thief
Even when a belief turns to sweet release
When mice evolve
Looked at in a tube
Send my thoughts through the wires
Leave my memory on those chips
Turn the stone into junctions
Make sure the gods put down the whip
Turn the lock
And settle within
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