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oceans of blue
baby is glue too
eyes don't see anymore
what the mind wants them too
get away with as little as possible
so the corruption buckles under
new light of day
the poisons released
new sun
don't believe in any phenomenon
broken locks, broken doors
pray to an empty god cellar
erase all past lives
psst! new life
old life, all the sane to me
but what is peculiar
is the under lying fear to live it
or is it but confusion
what time we bring in the wheat
and what time it rots away
like a summer's day