Pressed against the glass Breathing fog on thin ice Trying to look out And see what dwells beyond Faint shadows of what you try to be But still many thousands of times More than you can perceive Holographic image spews out Its fire vibrations Breathing dust and glowing ashes, From what once, was you Crystal glaze foundation Deathlike wish for knowledge Hybris crushed, destroyed Control to what stands, above No longer able to shatter each other We drain ourselves Terrorbalance to manage survival Eyes open the wrong way When the tidalwave builds up its essence We stare blindly in the other direction
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