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The Message.
Message begins.
Quasar radio x-ray burn.
Tap. Tap. Help, can't get out.
Inside space and mind.
To where the blackhole turns.
No escape.
Like time in a different dimension.
Direction. Back to the beginning.
Falling, upside down.
Down. Whisper.
Look behind your eyes.
Seeking revelation.
Finding salvation in devestation.
Realizing a fascinated fixation.
Wishing. Upon one point.
In a distant star.
In the here.
In the now.Can you see?
This is where you will find it.
Behind your very own starry-eyed sky.
Nebula bright.
Quasar radio x-ray burn.
Message ends.
Quasar radio x-ray burn.
Tap. Tap. Help, can't get out.
Inside space and mind.
To where the blackhole turns.
No escape.
Like time in a different dimension.
Direction. Back to the beginning.
Falling, upside down.
Down. Whisper.
Look behind your eyes.
Seeking revelation.
Finding salvation in devestation.
Realizing a fascinated fixation.
Wishing. Upon one point.
In a distant star.
In the here.
In the now.Can you see?
This is where you will find it.
Behind your very own starry-eyed sky.
Nebula bright.
Quasar radio x-ray burn.
Message ends.
Published 10th Sep 2012
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