Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die
Have I seen the world to be?
Is there a world to truly be seen?
Yet within belongs a one me
Who perhaps live in a world of dreams
With time as subtle as its passing
We chose to live a little or die a little more
Branded of choices, forever we be choosing
Did you choose to live or die for?
No one is innocent as sinners to the grave
Nothing is simple... and nothing is complicated
Bringers of lies, sinners to truth we save
Gifted of time shall only truly be awaited
In disharmony we cleverly hide to live
Building a world nearer to its dying state
Yet beauty be found need only believe
Shall I hope...? Or perhaps what is fate?
Maybe seen wasn’t as much
A one world becoming too rare to say goodbye
Yet seen have I seen as such
Perhaps too weird I live... am I too rare to die?
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