Shiftshaping, one to another
Lose yourself, but find a cover.
Can't tell who or even where
You move so fast on your crystal stair.
Death knocking its universal. Knock.
Your mind is formed, this deathly rock.
Pow, Pow duck ditch, out of luck.
I tried to hard to lose myself in the muck.
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