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Thoughts follow and flow quick and ever quicker, the flood, like a river, has carved its place in my world, the scars telling my story, float's unheard striking nerves, a chord thats played, beginning each moment, seeps in slowly, a melody blowing, building, unleashed. Heaven and Hell, Demons sing and Angels dance, the clash of mortal titans fighting, lighting strikes connecting, above with below, finds discord in chaotic harmony. The man searches, found his o...wn abyss, wanders, wondering, slowly lost and quickly consumed, torn down the middle, falling up, gifted the crown, thorns sinking in, another failed design, with a powerful soul churning, and all meaning found burning, proceeds. The tempo increasing, life is a beat, no way to cheat play the full song. Paused, catching breath, ignoring grace, even though it was gifted by milk and still being fed, trying to capture the stars grand design. Play, forging forward, never stopped, fate preordained by the stars plot. Twelve angels blazing, abondon their brother, the thirteenth has fell, trapped on dirt, lesson still unlearned, peace remains unearned. Jesus, the Devil eternally sharing. The man searches, found his own abyss, wanders, wondering, slowly lost and quickly consumed, torn down the middle, falling up, gifted the crown, thorns sinking in, another failed design, with a powerful soul churning, and all meaning found burning, proceeds. Mentally screaming, fiending, for quick fix all mighty meaning. Disapointed, that not even Olympus would approve, all the coniving ideas, spewed, from truth, just another forgetten youth, whos only dance with my father chords, was purer than springs. Demi, know, Omega, later. Patiently hurrying, like pesky rodents scurrying, with a point above Hades yet meager to Zeus. The man searches, found his own abyss, wanders, wondering, slowly lost and quickly consumed, torn down the middle, falling up, gifted the crown, thorns sinking in, another failed design, with a powerful soul churning, and all meaning found burning, proceeds. Proceeding, he sprints, to an end, conjured by above, yet nothing without below. The hill only steepens, as dreams will only deepen, till the contradiction weakens, completeing the Apostles goal. Blame, them, yet claim them, the friends of something more. Just as nothing needs something to vanish into air. As above, so below, we travel, a show, and proceed, proceeding to know. The man searches, found his own abyss, wanders, wondering, slowly lost and quickly consumed, torn down the middle, falling up, gifted the crown, thorns sinking in, another failed design, with a powerful soul churning, and all meaning found burning, proceeds.