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Celtic Rhyme
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Early Writings The implicity of a song
The undeniable horror of music
It is best when kept to a minimum
Because simplicity in music
Just doesn't exist
An undying song
It floats out of the oral bong
We smoke, and we fall
Into a synthetic nebula
Percussion...
The means of transportation in this
Nebula
Your mind is a tool to respect
The Music!
Undying love for these
Intricate times is so hard to find
But just dig inside yourself
And it's there!
Perfection is a sin to yourself
Why should yelling be any different?
What's wrong with some calm disorder
We wil not lose supplement
Is this shit after me?
Am I too synthetic for my time?
Where are the other people in the world
Who know the celtic rhyme?
