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In the vision of a strange beast, were yards of sorrows stretching out to the point were strength vanishes from it's eyes 

Stepping toward the sun overlayered with bright blades of wise grass that curls upward in transverse waves 

Cooly he walked with an inklit of belief that all is truly good 

Sprinklets of ground collect with a rapid nature as observation of self needs are perceived as quickly as sound

Under such influence fungi begins to sprout from amist the creatures pale skin 

And gradually does his leg weaken a bit and evolves a tad more limp 

The black hairs upon thy skin is shadowing the dirty surface that I've chosen to possess

In the pores of radiance, layers evil, with dirt, pride, yet self worth

Eagles soar with streamers of plain yellow, and my heart suddenly begins to mellow 

The tough hard surface of the pavement against my face, yet voluntary; feels friendly

And I beckon to the moon to raise me up yet another day, for it seems the sun has me descend 

Intombed with murky wood brown tye-dyed walls

In the night is when all storms calm

In tough terrain, I will not do wrong

But when clouds have cleared

It's the opposite I fear

Cycling back again, the comedy is that the whole time I am steering. 

And all the hours I will feel I'm not hearing. 

Now my beliefs play it's functions of incessant deceiving. 

The momentum of this hell storm is immensely ascending. 

I'm done with contending and I'm done pretending

Now let loose my soul that's disgracefully been living