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Forever syndrome strain 1
This flesh does quiver and quake.
And dissolves away into eternal breath.
It drips into flows of futures yet saved.
The face leaves its temple and joins in sweet rest.
A shine unknown by many.
Hands I cannot replicate so softly caressed
Mortality in part endures.
My heart and my chest.
Moments slip into forever bound memory.
Allegiance assured.
Swear it, I swore and the past was no more
Time wound in captivity.
A time in ones life full of columns and flight;
Has anything looked so appealing?
I reached for the apple and grasped a new mind.
The future frozen by time concealing.
I slept for no other-
My dreams did not lie.
I had seen forbidden guides.
Runes in stone as the water inside turned to ice.
I promised ascension and keys.
Was given dementions of dreams.
Let melt like flesh and like snow.
Forever no longer requires our souls intertwined with this lier who regrets yet moves on in a low.
A vision.
What will prove the prophecy?
A feeling or thinking or being alone?
A week of betrayal or the great cacophony of signals let go?
No problems.
The darkness and stillness enjoy the great nevermore.
Nevermore will we be infected.
To breathe in and let go;
This is the forever and forever we know.
And dissolves away into eternal breath.
It drips into flows of futures yet saved.
The face leaves its temple and joins in sweet rest.
A shine unknown by many.
Hands I cannot replicate so softly caressed
Mortality in part endures.
My heart and my chest.
Moments slip into forever bound memory.
Allegiance assured.
Swear it, I swore and the past was no more
Time wound in captivity.
A time in ones life full of columns and flight;
Has anything looked so appealing?
I reached for the apple and grasped a new mind.
The future frozen by time concealing.
I slept for no other-
My dreams did not lie.
I had seen forbidden guides.
Runes in stone as the water inside turned to ice.
I promised ascension and keys.
Was given dementions of dreams.
Let melt like flesh and like snow.
Forever no longer requires our souls intertwined with this lier who regrets yet moves on in a low.
A vision.
What will prove the prophecy?
A feeling or thinking or being alone?
A week of betrayal or the great cacophony of signals let go?
No problems.
The darkness and stillness enjoy the great nevermore.
Nevermore will we be infected.
To breathe in and let go;
This is the forever and forever we know.
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