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The walls ripple...closing in... |
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Driven forth...transcending streams of consciousness |
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As reason oppresses instinct. |
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Departure draws near until end. |
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That first and only certainty. |
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And cause, some random inheritor of our misguided designs. |
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Not adorned with. |
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Except for the few who dare to visit this place. |
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Never to be staid in unquestioned days. |
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But to roam free. |
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Shattering the banal conclusion. |
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Difference brings disrepute. |
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All anarchic flood of rage. |
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And fate may forsake. |
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For the journey twists as you had it planted. |
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The seeds of what is ought. |
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Misfortune lurking every crevice. |
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Of this crooked quest. |
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Frameworks. |
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Paths of truth and life. |
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Nothingness. |
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Only what we may become. |
