Every shred of tear; wipe away,
Pleasure in pain/hideaway,
There’s no need, for we have died before.

Projections erased him, they erased her; there is no me...

May we resurrect in the belief that we are ourself,
May we protect what we hate before we yet again damage our health I speak of poison,

-We see the same picture, the difference is in words,
Be idealistic, be a facet, be a verb;
We never created movies to be seen;
Moving pictures express terms unheard,

It started with love, it transmuted to hate, undisputed we reputed it fate, conceiving idealisms that uprooted from grave; polluted minds but in time we refuted/we changed; forgive, accept, remember, create...

Old cycles were never mistakes,
They were waves of frequencies that propelled us back straight,
Back towards a time in which all are gay.