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Brilliant, a word describing dumb
You create to desecrate the villain I've
A prophet, not to be but heard
Speaks in and sarcasm

To me it's plain, to you
You don't know me let alone my
Actions do not always self
I don't feel urgency in

My opaquely clear
The seed is sown back to Mother Earth
The flower blooms fumes
A rebirth

The in a search of something more
The fragrant air cannot
To it was the great before

the good old days
Remember the
Remember the sweet underground

No, I don't feel the for reliving
Some things are better off
Never the furnace
Was going to us

We worked the bellows for so
The comfort of the fire us
like we burned ourselves alive

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