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Good In this world, barred from the sane,
Where the spirits come out to play,
We mold sculptures with the rain,
And night chooses not to follow day.
In this land of constant uprising,
We are armed with only our mind.
Others are always criticizing,
But they don’t know what we find.
In this state of Anarchy,
We rule the heavens and Hell.
They haven’t had a boundary,
Since the day the sky fell.
With utmost sincerity we invite,
All to join our erratic flight.
