I will see you when the Sun resolves;
When the meteors divide the barriers of the world.
I will find you...
The wind became flesh.
Their stagnation lulled them to death.
In a land that fancies itself progressive;
How insidious.
I will find you...
Intake; there's a wake forming.
The tectonic plates are shifting,
and the Earth is cold, barren and drifting.
I will find you...
The wind became flesh;
Their stagnation lulled them to death.
In a land that fancies itself progressive;
How insidious.
I will find you...
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