Hold my hand take me the right way I do not talk, Banished subconscious memories we do not think. Nature is this our Earth we are soil to grow.
Education miscalculation never the right road, Thunder and lightning across the mind primal scream. These years pass quickly orbiting quantum eternity.
They are of the shadows creeping illusions flicker, Watching humanity kill itself where is the moment. Softly cares for the mind leave now I am with death.
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