A mental pyroclastic flow of burning fragments
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A stream of chaos intertwining,
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melting, fusing the last remains
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of humanity, into a glowing body
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I'm pounding and pounding this body into shape
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I anticipate the course of events
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Hammering its syntax to fit our needs
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A blacksmiths of mental confinement
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My anvil consisting of visions to come
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My hammer, the vortex of god
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All the blood sweat and tears in changing our fate
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Who am I really to change and create?
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Save me from presumption
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One universe away from...
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Save me from presumption
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One universe...
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Shut Down
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| The Provenance |
