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Alive or dead a state of my head some impetus dread for living instead I wake and I weep cherish my sleep dreams I can't keep empty but deep i arise and contrive try to survive vacant eyes and ask 'why?' The answers are true 'What would you do?' 5D voodoo 'Who do?!' 'What?!' 'Remind me of the babe' The babe with the power of identity gone sour life, a final hour A lonely tower A flower? I cower... goblins? no king... and I ring to be the thing to sing no. No. I retire from muck from mire I'm stuck to aspire To find a home in my head
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Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 5:39 PM UTC
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Alive or dead a state of my head some impetus dread for living instead I wake and I weep cherish my sleep dreams I can't keep empty but deep i arise and contrive try to survive vacant eyes and ask 'why?' The answers are true 'What would you do?' 5D voodoo 'Who do?!' 'What?!' 'Remind me of the babe' The babe with the power of identity gone sour life, a final hour A lonely tower A flower? I cower... goblins? no king... and I ring to be the thing to sing no. No. I retire from muck from mire I'm stuck to aspire To find a home in my head
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Jan 29, 2026 at 5:39 PM UTC
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