Infiltring the dense of my nerve
True must be them
Holding onto the fact that all is oblivion
Just breathing the air recklessly
As done nothing is worth the whole
While on the valley they gather the poisonous spiders
Crawling slowly and timidly
Sneaking behind the queen dragon
The tiara of the crying universe
Extinction become futile
Let's dance and sing
To the sound of the drum
Played by the melodious branches
Questioning the truth in all honesty
Let's pray and be still
Waiting for the god of outer world
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