• sonic power predicts the future while our souls are in the dumpster holy electric night where does my spirit lie? i see ancient slumbering faces mouthes agape still wondering eternally why they didn't escape dream deserts, i walk through frozen fire one foot in front of the other till the time before is the time now and the difference is lost like unwound clocks the golden pool the withering mirage feeds my eyes but my body dies dancing, crying, screaming and i fall softly half-dreaming the ground is back my feet are tired my hands filled with sand the world is drier than the air and i lay sprawled barely there milky noises haunting figures feed my partched lips with healing, dancing, finger-tips into the dark forgotten twist and bend furthermore into sunken black sheets where friends and enimies lay in defeat the blackest sun will never cease blackening, silencing, where the golden angels lie trapped under the starless sky the pool pandora came to try egniting all that dries withering desolate cries release the pure golden faces from the clutches and the cages down with the gluttonous prince his fingers locked his gateways blocked but the sword from within slices through his dirty grin the harp is strung the opened gate across the fence to my escape

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