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eclipso child Jan 2017
..the clock turn to four..is it
         time to be ..or the take a tour..

                          ..to your's pour soul..

witch i don't know 'cause i don't at all..
                  ..maybe i fall..

                                   ..there where you are..and you know me..

it's unparalleled to all these conclusion's to the things we are..

                   ..i really don't have any clue..where these letter
                               come from..but i'm certain that
              they are true..

                                            ..sometime's you just have to believe
                               the thing's in our hand's..

              ..just is..
eclipso child Jan 2017
..go trough a dream..

              ..and wake up..and your still there..

   ..say the words that live's your life..
'                  ..in a morning light..

                                     ..truth is elsewhere..

            ..GOD & Satan we do not understand..

  ..and this when't over your whip..

                     ..don't worry..
            ..you gonna die too..
                                       ..then you see..
eclipso child Jan 2017
..where's the reason to wait..
             ..how's coming..
        ..is it my fault..or your's..

..there are too many people waiting to be seen..
                ..why..

               ..guess why..

       ..we still ain't the only one walking here..

                      ,,'cause there's all ways so many thing's to see..hear..feel..
'
             ..and live trough them..
                            ..reason..

                       ..there you go..
eclipso child Jan 2017
GOD
..it gonna get ugly..
             ..street's are too near..

                     ..we better go away
         or we don't have our universe any more..

                                                  ..there's no you & there's no me..

                    ..even do we ever even exist..
eclipso child Dec 2016
..do you remember the brick's on your wall..

                       ...surrounding your tears for escape..
                   ..from the hole..the too many hours in blindness..

            ..no time to describe the crack's  
                                                       of the wall's..

                   ..there were no answers to put these in the puzzle

           ..that is the only way you..or her..the Diamond..
                                       ..we all got this same dilemma..

             ..brick's in the wall that chained you..
                                    ..to see only
                         the wall and the brick's..the way out..

concrete manipulative..seeing through all those eyes..
                              ..that you see on your mirror every day..

              ..seeing the one and only truth..
                               ..you really don't know anything..

            ..you have an idea..and you have your backbone..

                               ..you have your curiosity..
                                                ..god­
                          ....our wall..our own..bricks and all..
lines..no whey back..
                                            ..it's just a beautiful circle..

                     ..to go and figure it out..too see it
                                                  in our blindness..

                          ..who knows were we start and were we end..

                                     ..so there we are..
eclipso child Dec 2016
..i'm still broken even if i'm
            awake..

i understand the symbols of dreaming..
       .. 'cos usually when i am all most dead..

broken is just a little word to describe
          the sorrow that i try to but in word's

normal it isn't ..
               ..but..

                  ..  still i can hear you..
         ..so..

           ..thank you..
eclipso child Dec 2016
..again then again..
    ..it goes trough me..
  ..got hold on me..steady me..
  
it's somewhere meanwhile i seek something else..
     ..but still
                again and again it hounds me..keeping me
                     alive..and balanced..

it's good and it's bad..

       ..there's the silver line of making yourself

               yourself..
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