Atlas
The greatest illusion is stillness
Numb to the sense of spinning on this atlas stone
Unaware of twirling on a celestial clock
We are a mere blemish on a cog
In this device of time
Atlas are you unable to rest?
Put your burden down and for a moment be still
Let us be immortal like gods of olympus
Give us strength to defeat this titan
Our adversary time
Take us back
To relive our dear bliss
The moments that linger in our minds
They're the fabric that make up the soul
Turn time into oblivion with sweet scents of anodyne
Atlas chooses to carry his stone
Striding to his never ending destination
The cruel paradox that ends our short bleak lives
This colossal does not rest or sleep
It's intangible time
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