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the bleeding done carefully

to ensure finality

left out and put to words

measures to separate, from the earth

sleeping visions through programmed dreams

wishing for the ending foreseen, in your destiny

bound by confusion, of senses long dulled by distrust

left to rekindle communion, with that which now holds us

we look to the hills and find

we have grown distant

i close my eyes and let go

knowing for certain i shall not miss this

things are rooting outside of time

seed in your mind

influencing action to follow the path

to the place of creation

we grow evermore, the places we knew before

so alien in this lifetime

dieing flowers sprout from this frustration

unbridled by the asphyxiation, of my spirit

you learn in desperation to break free

from these confines, undone by these hands of mine

witness the end of time

witness the end of time...