In the seas, in earth, in the sky
In the past,
What inspires the candle burn
When its fire dances for our
You fear the excusion
And you pray for salvation
How low you
Fall o'poor wire dancer of life
Fall for entertainment.
Our ego is
All... everything is dying from time to time
The coldness of
So now bend downDisposable and irrelevantTo feel the force, feel
[a Monologue with Beheaded / Beloved]Come here where I stand.
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