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Peeks, Slopes and Portholes
Red throne, ambitious and they shout more fire!
So I had to ignite my spirit even though
At times I'm cold, and life be like an ocean,
Trapped in the center no shore's
"So how can you be sure; if ye don't know thee self"..?
But now I understand, reality quiet-
simple and clear: Crystals...
Beams of lights, more light as I go deep
In the cave of life; searching for gems:
Rocks and things...
To the pointless they pointless!
Hence the bottomless
To me, I see shines!
Damn unbelievers be bringing me down
Dark entities with armies and they on me
Curse those heathens "I" ain't stopping!
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