#hanl

And then you start,

In here and now,

So then you make it known.

To set the wounds,

To help the ink,

Which then can find a home.

In words and time, and past and next:

Mushrooms surround the golem;

Death,

A lasting symbol.

Undying breath.

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So now we breathe,

And then comes two,

Which always became one.

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The nectar of the hun-knee,

The food that is the God.

Through this

Old, long, growth

And Understanding;

You make us see the

Desert landing;

Where it is,

Just;

Desserts;

And then

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Three.

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Will come,

Into the end.

And now,

and then;

In time:

In May.

We feed our brains;

To numb the pain.

With chocolate, and vanilla.

And life; so long, with lust.

The sun and leaves will tell us;

That time,

in time,

Will will us,

exactly where it must.

The seasons are in harmony

With us and all the earth,

And that’s why now we take a step

And meet the number:

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Four.

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It’s all:

-

More than a symbol;

More than I bargained for.

And now the number zero:

The second of the first,

The numbers of the heathen,

The hidden universe.

All that stays unspoken:

Undone;

Un-natural,

Dead.

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We know not why it comes to us;

But we have met the end;

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The devil, and deceiver;

Along, old, faustian trend.

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Gazed into void and then;

When it gaze directly back:

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All is one and one is all;

The meaning of this track.

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So when it comes, like Now

The time;

To fall;

We can all know,

In time that trusts,

With patterns, logic,

Feeling:

All that love and lust;

All things are one;

Which will be dust;

Which will be two:

Because it must.

One for all, and all for one;

For two, into the three.

Understanding trees in life

will bring us to the door,

and then, when we open it,

Is when we come to four.

The square of lines connecting;

Allows to know, that when,

It all then, grows:

for we are parents.

Logic is just,

And so inherent.

The laws and all the music,

is beamed into the head.

We know not yet the sequence,

But we find it through the dead.

The youth of now;

The past: The present;

The future of the race.

The Origins

Of Endings;

The universal stakes.

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Open up the window now,

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Breathe,

into the air,

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exit out the door,

and enter to your lair.

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^This here above is Ten.

Go now.

My friend,

Please?

My friend,

Please, just

Tell me Why?

Are you still here?

It must be a lie!

And so we lay.

I’ve thought;

With time…

I made it clear?

It never ends,

It’s always mine,

And yours as well,

The toxic blemish:

That’s the thing!

That’s it!

The Carpenter;

The builder, and

The ancient savior myth.

He built the signs,

A Thing

Of rhyme,

and

love and peace,

And truth and time.

And now,

I set the world right;

Am found within the minutes,

The minute details of all will come,