But that weakens the orbit of your spiritual aura
Or? Uhh, whats another mirror in the morgue?
I peer to the north
Thoughts are blazing
Toxic play pen
God is vacant?
Man on fire. Damie-geyser. Dandeli-ar with autumn fragrance
Caution; acres, of aching
All the takers of savings
Raiders of sacred. Halos are breaking.
Like who made the matrix of man? Alien trance
So many stains in a glance
Peep the change in the sands
The stars are lost. I start it off
To spread the holocaust like tarter sauce
^^That's dope...
Whole piece is nice man, some great imagery in here...What I quoted def stuck out though.
Stay upwards.
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