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The fire eats everything until we are but ash.
I road back to the start, in due time this reel will fray,
I will still not understand more then I ever did.
the mixing of nerves and blood,
the boiling of the flesh till we are but hell.
Let the ashes pick up in the wind,
let me flow to green lands
experience the suns bliss once again.
In time that cup will run dry
and everything will be caught ablaze
then the mesh will create new life as it dose,
then maybe everything will be of life once again.