To mourn failure of the subtle lure
of vision towards
Hear the words, so it does
Something strange, cold and pure
The sureness of things, for the insecure
The non-feeling are right because
Popularity holds the form
Leads directly to blindness
Erasing any sign of the ones who fall
To be deathless instead of old
Salute the stars and follow them
Circling to semaphore
Engage my from the one you Erasing any sign of the one who found
To be deathless and walk through hell
If I reject your version you will have to change it
You just keep pushing out

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