This forest forced us into remorse,
We planted seeds to continually harvest loss,
Held down still by perpetually following gravities laws,
We stand upright to carry out a cause,
But can't shake the dust from the wilted past...
Because fear has us chemically binded to die out fast...
See this wasn't our idea or was it?
Subliminally, synapses were altered..
Remove the cloth covers from your body..
Reach out and empathize with somebody..
Stand upright, move along the path..
That has shape shifted us throughout time..
Mother earth knows her math..how high will we have to climb?
For we judge in matters of taste, "ab aeterno"(since the beginning of time)

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