We can create the magic
That reality would never render,
Deeper then these flesh puppets
That we occupy as
Physically linear figures,
Hatching substance is the trigger
To the fire burning within the
Canvas of the bigger picture,
A fire that lingers until
We escape the smoke and
Broken mirrors,
We are the living adult
With the inner child that
Survived and never surrendered,
We are love,
We are deity's made heroes
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