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Swirling dust like that of a cosmic autumn

Can prove caustic turning dusk into eternal dawn

These eyes like new born babies

See life on the horizon sailing away like innocence

On the precipice of never returning



Intention is a nucleus surrounded by the hopeless

So called “Prophets” of our time paying their respects

Digging up alibis like the dirt into which truth is lowered



Animals curious of their design

Find flaws in every line of life and those of a face

Like tiny eyes of new born babies

See only the blur until the innocence wears itself completely away

Losing balance of their feet on the fence



Concerns grow with every passing moment

As the rooster fulfills its’ third and final blow

Hence, the world we’ve all come to know



Intention is a nucleus surrounded by the hopeless

So called “Prophets” of our time paying their respects

Digging up alibis like the dirt into which truth is lowered