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Feb 2015
You walk through
And the the things that you do
Are actions defining you
It's the way you act
When you don't act like yourself
For which they'll always judge
So true,
Says the feeling from my chest
We are two
Body and sol
Held by head, heart, and sole
Our race isn't old

There is no race at all

We
      Go
           Fast
And
       We
             Crash
Into walls
Or
Into nothing at all.

Wrecking into nothing the driver almost seemed unstoppable,
But then we'd never really know what would happen if he wasn't Almost.
If he wasn't ALMOST fiction that is,
That man hit a wall alright, biggest wall man's ever seen.
Earth.
That's the one that really did him in.
You can't die if you don't live.

We go fast
   There is no race
Until we crash
    Why this pace
Into walls or nothing
    It seems a little reckless to me.
The Wonderful Mobius Wyrm
Written by
The Wonderful Mobius Wyrm  Be-mah, 'Bama
(Be-mah, 'Bama)   
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   Leaetta May
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