Crescent moon crumbles into the sea
These things just happen as all will be
in the time it takes to unravel the truth
the moon has uprooted an ocean of lies
did I become the purveyor of petulant pain
false prophets have no answers any fake can proclaim

I never chose all of this
born free of will to unravel the stitch

I never chose all of this
born free and with a infinite fist

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Im living proof of the like
that we are born then wither and die
with a fist in our eye
Am living the dream
a foxy regal scheme
where the ends are the means
This entire thought is a gleam
of a pillar of light
borne from the height
of a flooding delight
as my heart jumps to bite
out and chew all it meets
like a rabid lion in heat
Chewing and gnawing off all its skin
maybe my love has grown too thin
maybe all I am is a cold shower at night
to wake up from the fright
that this has been all there ever is
a mirror image of bliss
a carnival mirror
a two headed snake hiss