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The joining of souls in the crackling halls of utopia

reveal to the visions reached and the lands conquered

for through these spinning eyeballs there lives no electrical education

these eyelashes are tied up and suffocated by those whom have failed before

operating on a long winded chemical hybrid alternative



sprawled on the gasoline lit pavement in an ebony tar

and all the time these things which are envisioned

remain only a shortcoming that can never speak

for even in acceptance, there is no movement

there is only silence after the last breath has spread its manifestation across the seas



for all the plastic cards have been infused into the sticky skies

and there has never been a more honest visage

all the truth in the entire sphere

pre-soaked in this demise and distortion

there is nothing further from this tinting numbness

nothing more flawless than its hollow depth of undone earthly fragrance

for in the loneliness of the oil smeared soil the vegetation stands strong

there are no more tears, for the roots have been drowned into the abyss



there is no more pain without existence

no more truth in the phoenix that has been drenched completely in the sour lies

in the silence lives the equivocation that suffocates

this quietness is the greatest form of betrayal