we opened the box and looked inside. two animals, one is dead one’s alive. all we think we know is always wrong. the heavens fell in a thick, awful shroud that covered the earth but there wasn't a sound. nobody saw it so nobody heard it. all these equations won't solve the uncertain. everything’s dead until its alive. man will exist and then he will die. just take the ride. see it now. shift the absurd and the reasoned around. make it so. build holy places with towering stones. open your eyes, its all there inside. everything gone and forgotten survives. everything we know we think is wrong. all the lead becomes gold. all the squares get circled. all the graves, emptied and covered up. we toil and we rot and terrible things happened just like i thought and the cycle carried on until i thought nothing more and heartache was gone. love it as it is, whatever the fuck this is. or destroy and start again. what we are is in your head. hell broke loose, the stars unaligned, i looked for a kingdom that i’d never find. all i thought i knew was always wrong. i threw out the map and let go of the reigns, lead by a stranger into the strange. the answer is that theres no answer at all. everything’s dead until its alive. man will exist and then he will die. just take the ride.
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