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Listen to the ring

Singing with ease

There's paths of destruction forseen from green leaves

Lava flows horrendously

From down below it swallows

Burning trees with haste within the wallows

There's an orbit of garbage every breath that follows. 

The dreams of relieve are what keep me synced

I am still yet racing from instinct

From a place of solitude yet imposing indifferently

Here is the deep sinking delicately 

Scent of serenity is wafted in front of me 

My descriptions delude and this hue will be skewed

By minds alone that trigger at the sound of a pulse

Veins of blood moisture that vibrate in hoax

What is that observer that accepts how I feel

That reveals that it's nothing and this is what's real

What steals this ail that spills from grails

The stains are so dense and covered in nails

There's only a living answer

All else was derailed

Ended up in the dump

Live's from a tale

Forseen from green leaves, all is seen

Let it come let it be

Let yourself be seen