Courses through my veins What status you must have to dispute the laws of nature
To call forth God and ask her to reconsider
Why can’t you see
But maybe your soul tires of this How long were we meant to endure? should the race be coming to an end by now
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I want to climb into a tank of viscous liquid sink deep to the bottom rest my feet on the glass let it seep into my nostrils into my brain down my throat into my belly into my ears down my spinal column
To be one with ease
Here, still floating in space
A bumble rises
The only movement for hundreds of years
Mend my weathered soul in the suspension Of safety
