written and performed by stranded
prod. by deeare
angelic pseudomorphs
wings comprised of foolish thoughts
blindly seen through the eyes of a moonless corpse
undying lucid torch
confined in human form
somnambulist
humans decay
because their vessels are inadequate
they can't handle the pressure within expanding them
imbalanced ratios
amalgamate/explode
disappear
and reappear miles away from home
to be inside and stay
the soul must find a way
to align its waves with a spiral made of gold
the unrequited ways of old
that hide away in holes
that represent
the fact we don't remember shit
i hate humans
because their clueless ways are separatist
i don't communicate with human race messages
to me
they're nothing more than evolution-based vestiges
a few mundane steps
to get to the planes
next
on which
each is an adjacent apex to drift
reached
with 7geometric-grade
vector shifts
meditation
to a [get away] specialist
shinobi
smoke bomb
prolong
integument
a bubble that's so strong
no photon could get in it
miroku's hand in reverse
i stand within
perched
with stone-like resolve
pushing bullshit away
like nagato
with his palm
i've been alone for so long
that i know where shadows go when they're gone
and having said that
my nose isn't long
on occasion
i open my arms
but i'm like the creatures on beastmaster
who squeeze and secrete acid until your bones are dissolved
indifferent from the constriction of an ophid with claws
my embrace is unbreakable for those in my heart
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