i lurk in the rough, stabbin words through idle hearts... verbals in love-
ignite to the highest point and summon the darkness while golden clouds encircle above..--
a circle of doves swivel by civilized as civil eyes glance with symbolized pride... -- simple minds blind to the facts, they whisper why I?.....
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why cry, when the water could be used to wash our sins away.. rinse n spray our wits, decayed.. not using scripts to pray, -- cause facts we've found are clapsed around our every motion since the day --

--that day we were whisked away--

but i, escaping to the mind's fortress.. great walls of fires rise from earth to fight off divine forces....-
- shine torches upon wisdom stuck in the mold that are nothin, we're told.. steadily showing you statements, that reveal thoughts of cranial playwrites when going through stages... ((..so are you going to face it?..))