i'm a moody dude but clean up well, late night Fallon,
my brain starts howlin too. puts me in the foulest mood.
I scowl and brood.. confused why I feel like I'm Groot but a human.
Feel my roots expand through my toes like I feel the Earth cry,
ground I hope to never be exhumed from.. after attaining my third eye.
Universes converge and die, can't hope to explain in a paradigm,
it's prominent in the news. apocalypse is the truth?
Blank glare in my eyes. Bank bare but I strive.
and recent reads through redacted phrases,
subtracted much of my faith in higher places.
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