Fervent fever of delight
Redempt in the case of corruption
I correct the cause of liability
Sell me in the attempt to reconcile the death of the world
I am not the world
I am not the moment
Felt in the current I redeem the liability
I corrupt in the face of the sun
Surface me
Bury me
I will not content with your mind
I will mend with your mind
Rend your mind
Contend again with faces emboldened
I will revisit your grave
In the future when I receive the power
The grateful redemption of the dead
No longer will we contend
No longer will I attempt to match your prowess
Nor shall I ever convey my mind
We will redeem ourselves to no one
We will continue a contingency that is without a doubt
Killing us
Inside the mind of the betrayed
I revisit the contended
I delay the death of our selves
Revisit me in the grave
I will cuddle your soul
Sell a marble to me
Lets roll on towards the horizon
Bones in hand
Hands in bones
Clacking into the dawn
We revisit the past
The future demands this
The contended reminds us
We are never more than here
We are always more than now
Contend again
Lets sell ourselves
To the minds of the fallen
The delighted denials of constants
I regret to inform you
There is nothing more
Nothing else
Than now
Everything else is something too
But merely nothing as well
Contend for the attention of the birthed one
The knowledge reminds us where we died
The blight is in our stomachs
Growing slowly
Aching lightly
Oozing into creation
Bleeding into abstraction
We are devised from the roots of the ******
The ****** roots of reality
Stretching and growing
Ripping the atoms apart for its own use
Contend again within the mind of the root
I am not the befallen
I am the risen
The blight in our minds
Reminds us where to die
Where to devise a route of denial
Sleep once again
Fair prince of pain
Seep into the rains
Seep into the sewers
Into the roots of our minds
We devise a plan
A plan of action
Of inaction
Contend again
Defeated again
I Don’t Know
Where is the past
Where is the future
Nothing exists other than now
Now is not then
Then is not now
This is now
Now is gone
Tell me again where the pain fell from
I don’t know where to begin
The house or the field? The garden or the bed? I regret to inform you
Its all in the head
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