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Pendulum
A pendulum swings, as glances centerfold position of shadow.
Spiraling gravity lineage pushes.
Ahead, the turns of compound concentration amass.
Behind, an accelerated light blurs an escaping momentum.
It's time.
To find a way out.
I am released like a cannonball from a cannon, exploding into the night.
Resolution.
Exponential expanse.
Foundation.
Squaring the chance.
Alas, in the open.
Through the hollow, a coursing sight is captured.
The world.
Backbone stability.
All of the deception, secrecy.
Playwright, serpentine sanity.
Contradiction.
Daggers act like steps.
Thermodynamics to gauge the vibration.
It bleeds darker than black.
A distant echo 'neath the horizontal verge.
Split in the pathway.
Grandeur fission, small fissure.
Premonition becomes logic.
In the mirror, I've seen myself through the cracked surface.
Damaged projection.
Presence like crow.
Between the eyes, supposedly, the ancient, magnetic mask.
Idolatrous dance of witches, and the pull.
The inevitable act of a trigger finger upon my mind.
The destruction came.
Violent turbulence of psychotic madness, reality.
Swirling in the air, great confusion.
All of the inflections of internal dialogue.
Combustion.
Realms and forces collided in literal, physical, and carnal phenomenon.
Bullet, camera, one, billion.
Nothing was free.
Not even the cost of life.
A price was paid for man's self-rule.
Fields dressed like skeletons, as war torn breech entered its end.
Impossible perception.
Then, even greater.
The trumpets announced the King.
On any scale, it dwarfed any dimension.
Incredible to behold, lest attempt to define.
Marvelous, majestic, imminent.
A monumental imprint, forever purposed in coming truth.
Foretold for millennia, finally here.
Great establishment bestowed the earth, forever.
Eternal salvation and life flowed from Zion like running waters.
Spiraling gravity lineage pushes.
Ahead, the turns of compound concentration amass.
Behind, an accelerated light blurs an escaping momentum.
It's time.
To find a way out.
I am released like a cannonball from a cannon, exploding into the night.
Resolution.
Exponential expanse.
Foundation.
Squaring the chance.
Alas, in the open.
Through the hollow, a coursing sight is captured.
The world.
Backbone stability.
All of the deception, secrecy.
Playwright, serpentine sanity.
Contradiction.
Daggers act like steps.
Thermodynamics to gauge the vibration.
It bleeds darker than black.
A distant echo 'neath the horizontal verge.
Split in the pathway.
Grandeur fission, small fissure.
Premonition becomes logic.
In the mirror, I've seen myself through the cracked surface.
Damaged projection.
Presence like crow.
Between the eyes, supposedly, the ancient, magnetic mask.
Idolatrous dance of witches, and the pull.
The inevitable act of a trigger finger upon my mind.
The destruction came.
Violent turbulence of psychotic madness, reality.
Swirling in the air, great confusion.
All of the inflections of internal dialogue.
Combustion.
Realms and forces collided in literal, physical, and carnal phenomenon.
Bullet, camera, one, billion.
Nothing was free.
Not even the cost of life.
A price was paid for man's self-rule.
Fields dressed like skeletons, as war torn breech entered its end.
Impossible perception.
Then, even greater.
The trumpets announced the King.
On any scale, it dwarfed any dimension.
Incredible to behold, lest attempt to define.
Marvelous, majestic, imminent.
A monumental imprint, forever purposed in coming truth.
Foretold for millennia, finally here.
Great establishment bestowed the earth, forever.
Eternal salvation and life flowed from Zion like running waters.
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