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Crystal Lungs

This edifice I climb just to admire the mileage,
Blacked out eyes
I became the God to the mindless
Lashed out at nights
Brawled and mauled my own mind
It's...
Where have I been?
Why am I so vicious at times?
Obsidian built
Minding my lines for this play we've stumbled in
Infinite choices, all leading to dirt
Who cares whose box is neater
We're all just a gift to the earth

While the palm trees are sprouting out of the ground
exploding like fireworks
Written by Lothbrok
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