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I try to disentangle, the thoughts,
that persistently plagued my mind.
Where come this gray we're in,
angels live like to induce writhe within.
things never come to seem, cant find the words to form why?
How much to simplify, the illusions come to light
the many faces plauge your eyes.
you've lost the will to fight
I'm afraid the abyss is to deep, to thrive

Unable to instill, the faces forming of a puddled spill
The risk when you apply, it hurts when angels die
Where is the moment to within lie, its existence will depend
The faces of now and then

constant ending, no insight mending
If we keep living sub par
There isnt a chance that we'll get very far
endangered Sp(i) ec(-i) es
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