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Waking up to fall asleep later in on the day
Where I come from or where I go i can never say, for sure.
This is my life and these are my times and yet I hold no boundaries of what happens.
I cry.

Babies dying and children crying, to complete the holy trinity
The last is my soul sailing free, from what, I dont know
And on a Saturday Night you can catch it returning from flight
gliding softly back down to earth from the moon.

I have but spare change to my fallen brothers
For Im nothing more than an aborting mother
Leaving my love ones behind to fullfill the prophecies, that defy time, left by you and me
This life has lost control and ive spun and spun until im not sure
Of which way is up and which way is backwards, or if Im even moving

The ocean sways back and forth as a vilonist works her work, making love
And my ears are filled with the noise of a god during creation
I go deaf from the blistering thunder but I rejoice for the rain
My soul is parched not for long and the well is filled with water

Somewhere around this universe a star was just born, a sight amazing to those who can see
They go blind from a medical disease striking their pupils and iris, leaving a scar
The wise men scribble their memories on papyrus and wish the times well
But me; Im sick from my absolution.

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Retroeight

Winston Salem, United States

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