Cleansing before creation
A cycled called out in song
How am I, well, all is well
Except for all the wrong

Flesh sees flesh
Spirit sees spirit
It takes one to see one
But no one's there to hear it

What are you fighting for
The mirrors are all shattered
The keepers lie there sleeping
Exotic seekers butchered
Debauchery gets you nowhere
Tears in light flows down glistening
Sanity all spent with discord to spare
The deaf are better at listening

How can this be
It has always been
All that you see
Is all to be seen
Nothing is new
Under the sun
All separates you see
Always add up to one

Start from scratch
Blood's meant for bleeding
A fresh start tainted
By a stain for meaning
Beholded beauty
In imperfections, an art
Built up through destruction
We end without a start

Abstract extremities
Indirect, flawed with hidden meaning
The author is dead
That's what they said
She's put away,
Still screaming
To this day

Dissected lines
Intersection
A special selection
Death by design