Watch the futures
Morphing of the lands
Separations, destruction by the hands
I thought 100 times that I believed in more
But the simplicity is chalking up the score
We survive only by our nature
Basic cells forming nomenclature
1,000,000 years I'll be the burning mud
And all the agony is useless as our blood
Hunters, gatherers, rolled up into plaster
Psychotic visions, of an ecclesiastic master
I know the day has come, we're looking down a hole
And all the commonwealth is going out the door
So we sit molded in our minds
Folded limbs, turning through the times
I thought 100 times that I believed in more.
but now I lighten up and wait for what's in store.


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