-rapture-
In a volatile world there live fragile souls.
Their synergy with the universe is short and the unity with one's self - nonexistent.
The vortex of the sky makes way for their behavior on the whole.
But, it is the depths of the seas that they cannot comprehend.
It is in this lack of comprehension that they forge nondistinct identities and gel with the masses.
Slowly the masses rupture and the beings lose their minds.
In a rapture of discontent, they take what they have chosen and cast it down to hell.
They then don their new mask and bathe in its flase warmth.
Forever in the womb like the neverending cycle of those who refuse to be self aware.
The whirlwind of birth and rebirth.
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-rapture-
In a volatile world there live fragile souls.
Their synergy with the universe is short and the unity with one's self - nonexistent.
The vortex of the sky makes way for their behavior on the whole.
But, it is the depths of the seas that they cannot comprehend.
It is in this lack of comprehension that they forge nondistinct identities and gel with the masses.
Slowly the masses rupture and the beings lose their minds.
In a rapture of discontent, they take what they have chosen and cast it down to hell.
They then don their new mask and bathe in its flase warmth.
Forever in the womb like the neverending cycle of those who refuse to be self aware.
The whirlwind of birth and rebirth.
In a volatile world there live fragile souls.
Their synergy with the universe is short and the unity with one's self - nonexistent.
The vortex of the sky makes way for their behavior on the whole.
But, it is the depths of the seas that they cannot comprehend.
It is in this lack of comprehension that they forge nondistinct identities and gel with the masses.
Slowly the masses rupture and the beings lose their minds.
In a rapture of discontent, they take what they have chosen and cast it down to hell.
They then don their new mask and bathe in its flase warmth.
Forever in the womb like the neverending cycle of those who refuse to be self aware.
The whirlwind of birth and rebirth.