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In the corners of life, I shall not be seen;
wondering through the tall grass
my heart deep I bury; my soul safe I keep.
For those willing to escape, it is easier;
entangling amongst the filthy vines
consuming fear and hate; looking desperately for disease.
Under bright light we shall pass away;
swimming across acid rivers
my body eventually collapses, as light into earth.

It is nothing but invalid time, our master plan;
for he must go on forever but,
in the end, nobody is willing to live on forever with him.
It is easier to run through life unseen;
to remain a void walker, always the same:
under the sun we breathe, under the moon we dream.
Below this bright light we shall meet;
forget who we want to be
and find out who we really are.