You've written yourself in words
You've traversed the final mile
At the edge of all things reuniting love and hate
A heart is concealed beneath a glass case
You've opened the corridors to secret passageways
But what finally remains is wandering emptiness
A seagull is doubting the sky
(The irony of existence)
Veiled in the fog
The mirror of flesh is forgotten to the eye
Eternity shall not last
without the flowers and vegetation
I've chosen to forgive God for his sins
so the crickets shall not be bored
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