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Tap into the art of the unknown magick , unknown by vocabulary unable to bridge a connection 
Lost like trickles of water in the cracks of the next dimension
 Gaping black hole sucking life 
Through the straw of deletion, everything is consumed though time 
With a little to grant fruition, everything is on repeat until the jolt of perfection hasn’t reaped 
Its pole position such confusion has become a daunting pollution 
Unable to reach any conclusion without understanding a foundation 
This structure is without a clue it’s all wrong it’s all off 
The geometry secret has gone beyond our capacity given once but lost 
It’s all here the infinite reply the infinite answer invisible to all 
If browsed by any if ever a any, captivating its mass transparency 
In the splinter of a second one grain of it’s speed the equivalent in weight, of ten million elephant feeds 
Holy imagination laid to rest upon that last moment we like to claim as best 
And then back to ignorance and yet again sucking on the teat of another’s breast 
These are truths of wandering masses running around after materials, memories 
And prideful clashes and what a purpose built and all done before 
It all means no-thing when everything was saw piled on the heap of extinction 
Burnt, vanished, broken, diluted mended and then manifested ashes 
The plethora of our understanding it’s all gone, Just magick.
hints of sorrow and completely tragic.

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