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

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

My conscience opaquely
The seed is gently sown back to Earth
The flower blooms resplendent
A rebirth

The cynic in a search of more
The fragrant air compare
To what it was the before

the good old days
Remember the
Remember the mustiness underground

No, I don't the need for reliving
Some things are off dead
thought the furnace
Was to burn us

We worked the for so long
The comfort of the apathized us
Looks like we burned ourselves

Remember the old we filled ears with pain
Nothing to lose, there was to gain
No, I miss my span of attention
I do my old friend Tim