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The Fifth Season
07:01
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We are entering a fifth season. A cumulative process that’s beginning to display horrors of unimaginable magnitude. The elements are ablaze, set to eradicate our lives. Screams are emitted from us all. Dispense, deplete, cycle complete. Waters surge and flames rise. The air is thick as thieves. It grips a stronghold sending oceanic surges, incessant flames and a crumbling Earth. In the midst of crisis we scramble to make amends. Too late to contain, this rush to maintain may prove to be worthless in the end. Incessantly burning, increasingly surging, fresh air is becoming obsolete. As the land dissipates and crumbles beneath our feet. This decay is a result of our disrespect for Earth’s fragility. Waters surge and flames rise. The air is thick as thieves. Consorting with the elements it grips a stronghold. Dispensed, depleted cycle completed. Welcome to the fifth season. We’ve set our course and have been defeated.
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Hell Trip
03:22
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Under subtle finger motioning sounds are too clear and they are rising. Senses divided and heightened, repeating, looping. Chaotic sensations, agony, blind nausea. This is not pleasure in the least. No control, disarray-never again. Vacillating in and out of this world. Lost someplace in between. Rendered useless and forlorn. Someday will I return? Chaotic sensations compounded. Blind nausea, this is not pleasure in the least. No control in the least. I do not see the fascination. Lost and all alone.
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Defined Expressions
06:21
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I have waited for this perfect moment where I stand in artistic clarity. In hopes of creating defined expressions of truest intentions. Channeling inspirations that form the foundation for creations. Everyone has their calling that needs to be nourished, giving you a sense of purpose, your unique identity. Continuously creating defined expressions of truest intentions as I channel inspiration to my foundation that fuels my dreams.
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Little Traumas
05:49
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So, this is really happening. Time has dragged me, dragged me down. Living the beginning of my decline. There’s no recourse for my mind’s design. Who knew these little traumas would resonate with no known cure as there never could be. These scars seem permanent and I doubt we can fully recover. No matter how slight the cuts can run deep. They’re sometimes hard to reach. Years and years of buried pain that’s been neglected, hidden behind the screams. Today marks the day. A countdown in reverse. I gradually observe and subside. Tomorrow may not be revised. Some say the return of the pain is imminent and waiting, unless it’s faced, unless it’s dealt with. Let this day be your rebirth day a reason to carry on. On this day your rebirth day your song will be sung. Who knew these little traumas would resonate and live on? Trying to move on.
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In Faded Obscurity
02:21
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Enchantment
04:41
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A lifetime quest for eternal obscurities. The highlights are the anomalies. Continuously searching for a glowing gem in the darkness. The most unlikely of desires. Bright and tantalizing. Within the furthest reaches, on the other side glistening. Most would push away but I am polarized. I’m drawn to these visions, visions isolate. Relegated to a corner of existence. May I ask you to close the door?
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We emerge every morning placed into the unknown maintaining this balance. Straddling the confines in our zones can be challenging and debilitating. Is life a cruel futile joke? What is the life expectancy of a moment? Who depends on you? What’s expected of you? Wading through all the pain and the heartache. Maneuvering through the confines and sticky webbing of existence. The mindful spiral carries on indefinitely within the confines of our bodies, bound by Earthly limitations. I’m asking you; do you enjoy playing along? We are displaced in space and expected to navigate through these wicked times of petty nonsense. I’m asking you, how many lessons learned are enough? What is the life expectancy of a moment? Who depends on you? What’s expected of you? When will all the pain and the heartache cease? Maneuvering through the confines of existence. Stumbling into life’s boundaries. What is our net purpose? What needs have to be met? Is there an end game? We will falter. I wonder how we will be taken asunder. What is the life expectancy of a moment? When will all the pain and the heartache cease? Take me down underground to a place with no sound. A chance to wash ourselves from the stains of irrationality. Immoral deeds have been done and still will be done. In a never-ending whirlwind of manufactured creations.
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Whispering Gate
04:44
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The silence and your memory is strong in the afterglow. Your heavy burden has been lifted but only memories remain. Now no more memories can be made. There’s just the fading embers of passed days. To always remember the look of trust in your eyes. It carried on to your last day. You seemed inseparable, never apart. Little girl, please hold onto your heart. I will harbor your memory so these feelings still can thrive. I heard the gate whisper as I opened up my eyes. Was it you or just hopeful delirium? No more memories can be made. Only fading embers of passed days. I will not forget the last look on your face.
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Forget You Not
06:39
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As I live and breathe in mindful reflection, insight awaits as I lunge headlong in to our past. Forget you not, synchronize our minds, infrequently appearing. Forget you not, embracing the wonder. The stillness of the moment where we are living and breathing as one. Design of living in a form that is ideal in an inept society where reflection is an anomaly and subject to deflection. Do you feel us steadily approaching? The past and present generate a mold for the future and I plead for further views into worlds I have never known.
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A Different Light
06:57
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I did my best to protect you but I was faced with an impossible task. Not knowing how this had happened is pressing and frustrating. I can only imagine what it must have felt like to have been shut out from the light. To be given sight and then be shut out from the light, dropped into the night. Do you remember who I used to be? Do you remember? Amazed at your recovery. You seem to have moved on and that relieves me. Your limits are not as limited as I thought they’d be as long as you still remember me. Still not knowing how this had happened is pressing and frustrating. I can only imagine what it must have felt like to have been shut out from the light. Dropped into the night, robbed of sight. I know you remember me, who I used to be. You are still with me. Out of the darkness shines a different light. Your strength lies in another guise. They give you a sense of sight. They help you rise above the night. I love you; we will always be. I feel you; I see your beauty. You are still with me. We are who we used to be.
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Legacy in the Wind
06:07
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Another day where I’m holding out for silence. The recurring static is now a gentle hush. I can transcend this dimension but in the end I reside in this existence. Words are blurring and fading. My senses are guided by a single focus. A numbing calm weighs on me. I’m holding out for silence, even a portion, a glimmer of silence. The wind carries sensations that stir and soothe my soul Words are blurring and fading. My senses are guided by a single focus. A numbing calm weighs on me. I can transcend this dimension but in the end I reside in this existence. We dissolve into the mist of time becoming mere memories. What you leave behind is your legacy, a legacy in the wind. I’m holding out for silence where all is understood. A life without language where our senses communicate, where all is understood. What you leave behind is your legacy, a legacy in the wind.
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