TIME IS FLEETING AND SEEMS TO BE SLIPPING AWAY AS A SOUL IS SEARCHED ON THIS PLANE WHERE THE MEEK ARE EATEN ALIVE.
SOME DAYS IT FEELS AS IF THE GRAVE CALLS, ITS FINGERS SO COLD THAT I SHIVER AT THEIR SEEMING TOUCH.
THESE STRANGE ASS DREAMS THAT HAUNT THIS MIND.
ILLUSIONS OF NEW WORLDS WHERE MINDS ARE FREE.
A NEW DEFINITION OF INFINITY.
AS I ERUPT ON THE SCENE, MANIFEST IN A URBAN JUNGLE.
SO MUCH DESTUCTION HAS BEEN WITNESSED ON THIS ROAD TO ENLIGHTENMENT.
COULD IT BE THAT THE KEY RESIDES IN THIS FANTASY?
OR SOMEWHERE MUCH CLOSER, A PLACE THAT THE ILLUMINATI DON'T WANT ME TO SEE.
THIS IS MY REALITY, A DROP OF WATER IN A LIMITLESS OCEAN.
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