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The dream of illusion is the searing wrath the mind can impose Mind, Break me out don't Break me down The belief of truth is like wind whoosh.............. The dream of today is like rain sploosh............... The thoughts of now are like quick sand smoosh.............. You know you only breathe to inhale more bubbles of illusions The bubbles slide down your throat hot and smooth Then one day will come and your body was covered in foam, and suddenly Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! The stinging sensation of air will hit your body The truth will hit your mind like a swinging pendallium Which reality will you float to?
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC
Submerge to Death
The dream of illusion is the searing wrath the mind can impose Mind, Break me out don't Break me down The belief of truth is like wind whoosh.............. The dream of today is like rain sploosh............... The thoughts of now are like quick sand smoosh.............. You know you only breathe to inhale more bubbles of illusions The bubbles slide down your throat hot and smooth Then one day will come and your body was covered in foam, and suddenly Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! The stinging sensation of air will hit your body The truth will hit your mind like a swinging pendallium Which reality will you float to?
When you are stuck in your bubble. One day it will pop, but it is your decision when you will leave your fantasy.
lei-ryce
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC
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