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Feet broken and bloody, walking down the eons from A to B

Pin cushion from too many days and too many ways

Lives lived burned into the ether of Soul

Memories forgotten through too many experiences

Fragments burnt into the neurons of Self

I am that I am forever am

Bitter dust of days sweetened by hearts shredded and sewn

Atoms joined and blasted into oblivion and back

The sweet scent of surrealism reminds of reality scorched into the retina gold, silver and red

Ancestors whisper vague ideals shouted while tenderly stroking scars

Live to die and live again forever turning on the Wheel until escape is stolen

Gods language written in the soul to slip from lips too young to translate

Lessons of love's painful glory learned again and again by fragile adamantine hearts

At the center of every god is love...of something

And at the heart of every mortal love is an archetype of a god

Description
Feet broken and bloody, walking down the eons from A to B

Pin cushion from too many days and too many ways

Lives lived burned into the ether of Soul

Memories forgotten through too many experiences

Fragments burnt into the neurons of Self

I am that I am forever am

Bitter dust of days sweetened by hearts shredded and sewn

Atoms joined and blasted into oblivion and back

The sweet scent of surrealism reminds of reality scorched into the retina gold, silver and red

Ancestors whisper vague ideals shouted while tenderly stroking scars

Live to die and live again forever turning on the Wheel until escape is stolen

Gods language written in the soul to slip from lips too young to translate

Lessons of love's painful glory learned again and again by fragile adamantine hearts

At the center of every god is love...of something

And at the heart of every mortal love is an archetype of a god