The universe that i know contains infinite infinities
The more i travel the more i see and more you think
There's an abyss of abraxas in dylan dog's comics
Here's an enstraged ghost of che on the motorcycle
We made it plausible for the pagat ultimo's elegance sake
We seek for the most Beautiful to crash us like soft waves
The immortal Beauty is the terror for the mortal passangers
The immortal Elegance is shown as an unforgettable life's style
You want the depth, you play games, cast spells, and reinvent
You want to become a persona grata, the gravity ***** you in
Today i thougt how nice is to draw a bit for a change
Today you didn't like to have hollidays from a belief
I have to acknowledge the worthwile sands of time
I have to succumb to universal subconsciousnesses
Mine unimportance is a hanging shall on a tied stallion
Mine thoughst fly high as two falcons toward your star
Thine tea is served with blood, sweat, and entrapement
Thine turtle is a giant alive planet, a colourful mounted
One
In one century importance becomes irrelevant.
In actual now do you consider ways to trick this fact?
Intelectual labyrinths of mind lead to a well structured illusion.
Inspirational people have borrowed the ignitors from celestial Divinities.
