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Thunder
Betrayal is in the mind, where the mirror doesn't reflect.
Self.
Radial shadows cycle the time of telling.
Here.
Downfall of light as empty space allows exit.
Wonder.
Sucking in, like a vacuous void, relative matter.
Relation.
Bloated expansion of ego weighs heavily, like planetary orbit.
Life.
Situational gravity depicts webs of distortion.
Lust.
Dimensional cosmos constructs microcosm and vastness.
Pride.
Dwelling with a crystalline dream, liquidation.
Masses.
A born, naked revelation is in star dust.
Idolatry.
Destiny, universe, like a warping allusion.
Confusion.
Solid creation in sharing.
Uncertainty.
As perception dilates, so does the plane of infinite resolution.
Vanity.
Imagination becomes obscure in composition.
Covetousness.
Like wandering monkeys, we construe trust.
Questions.
Inside of Pandora's box, we hide from the outside.
Lineage.
Far from home, only to find out we're farther from home, feels like home.
Lies.
Where the tides gather, miles from the shoreline, we ravaged oil and fire.
Disposition.
The moon and sun are a duality of ego, found in definitive death.
Flesh.
Beckoning the heavens, lavish lips.
Conceit.
Consuming flames devour vicarious elements.
Tongues.
The comets as stolen sacraments.
Wish.
Blatant annihilation, in the blink of an eye.
Thunder.
Self.
Radial shadows cycle the time of telling.
Here.
Downfall of light as empty space allows exit.
Wonder.
Sucking in, like a vacuous void, relative matter.
Relation.
Bloated expansion of ego weighs heavily, like planetary orbit.
Life.
Situational gravity depicts webs of distortion.
Lust.
Dimensional cosmos constructs microcosm and vastness.
Pride.
Dwelling with a crystalline dream, liquidation.
Masses.
A born, naked revelation is in star dust.
Idolatry.
Destiny, universe, like a warping allusion.
Confusion.
Solid creation in sharing.
Uncertainty.
As perception dilates, so does the plane of infinite resolution.
Vanity.
Imagination becomes obscure in composition.
Covetousness.
Like wandering monkeys, we construe trust.
Questions.
Inside of Pandora's box, we hide from the outside.
Lineage.
Far from home, only to find out we're farther from home, feels like home.
Lies.
Where the tides gather, miles from the shoreline, we ravaged oil and fire.
Disposition.
The moon and sun are a duality of ego, found in definitive death.
Flesh.
Beckoning the heavens, lavish lips.
Conceit.
Consuming flames devour vicarious elements.
Tongues.
The comets as stolen sacraments.
Wish.
Blatant annihilation, in the blink of an eye.
Thunder.
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