LOST WORLD
Wondering worlds look back and validate the earth's self-esteem,
visually realizing that people are traumatized, wondering what happened to their dreams.
Because their minds, which account for lost time, and people who are sitting around, trying to make a sound,
perplexing to an idea while wondering if the earth is flat or round.
Thinking that the frequency is going to stand still,
but it vibrates your body and formulates your mind with a visual sex appeal.
But we continue to create and lose faith because common sense is becoming too eminent,
where everybody wants money, looking to lust, and it's not making any sense.
So we give the world back its power and then lose an hour that becomes the darkness in your mind,
causing the sun not to shine while you're stuck in a box with lost time.
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