The deeps are where dreams awaken from their sleep.
And get rowdy with the rules of reality.
Daybreak not necesarrily everybody's panacea , especially in the middle of the week,
While putting in time as the drum beats dualities, and filing the brutalites
That started off as good deeds.
Every cog in the machine just trying to figure out the rules of order.
Somehow mixed in with the klu klux creed.
All caught on the consciouness recorder
And podcast (and disguised as godcasts) by snoops in the grass,
Chain ganged together with gizmos to maximize efficiency.
Visions of mountains of ash
Their common illogical expediency,
The mightmare option plopped into your palms,
Getting a feel for the damned and thinking seriously about the long and drawn out queasiness that comes with the qualms.
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