Intentions birth is pure and hath no sin
As tensions worth is bitter as thy gin
As error’s education doth begin
‘Tis Mirroring frustration as we win

‘Tis clearer than the night as day begins
I fear ’tis not to bright the day doth bring
Appearing with a feigning suffering
No cheerfulness can lift us from it’s wing

As from the devastation and it’s sting
I come to find ascension well within
A spell of misdirection chills my skin
Damn well my comprehension tends to spin

And if my rhythms spasm drifting grim
I’m listening to this to lift my chin…


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