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Early Writings I am at an apex. Where do I turn? Do I reach
To subliminal heights and become the supernaturally-enhanced
Germ to all the world?
Or do I follow the signs of God?
Why can't I hurry up?
Why do I tend to be so slow?
I'm close to the edge, diving to a pool of afterlife exhibits
And blssfulness in my subconsious
Why is this apex such a mountain
I think it'd because I tend to be so slow
I create my own cult
And war my robes of spirituality
Somehow it interests me, in my little shell
Do I hide...Do I reside...Do I confide...
Why the fuck am I so slow?
Not as keen as my fellow creatures
But I do not back down
Upon my beaten trail I never desert
And I never do tire
I will always look to my little shell
My home, for the slow...
