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Brilliant, a describing something dumb
You to desecrate the villain I've become
A prophet, not to be made but
in tongues and sarcasm

To me plain, to you absurd
You don't me let alone my intent
Actions do not always self
I don't urgency in explaining

My opaquely clear
The is gently sown back to Mother Earth
The flower blooms fumes
A miracle

The cynic in a search of something
The air cannot compare
To what it was the before

Remember the good old
Remember the
the sweet mustiness underground

No, I feel the need for reliving
Some are better off dead
thought the furnace
Was to burn us

We the bellows for so long
The comfort of the fire us
Looks like we burned alive

Remember the old we filled ears with pain
to lose, there was nothing to gain
No, I don't miss my span of
I do my old friend Tim