asymptotic path in its entirety the world is slain by a lamb in a turbulent rain the sad and sullen still cannot feign the purity caused by a bloodstain everyone knows what is at stake a ransom we cannot forsake if there is made the vital mistake the error be cast to a fiery lake insight given to us in childhood comes through as truth as we knew it would never had we understood death is separating sap from wood the only mind set i have yet deemed unworthy is the hole you have reamed you break the perfection you esteemed a savior is the cure of which you’ve dreamed
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