Tunnel winds drifting along my vision,
The bare side of my mind makes the decision,
pin-pointing my urges on the horizon,
Terra cracking, for deliverance of my vixen,
...
Low end-spectrum ranging,
On a rainbow monochrome,
Storm of sadness soothing aging,
Our baby is all alone,
...
Corporate shackles bounded you,
You don't have to tell,
pebbles falling from the blue,
Angelical brimstone for my hell,
...
I'll bring you closer, that I swear,
Even to depart from my reprieve,
Withstand it all, all I can bear,
I'd venture the horizon, I need no relief.
((I can't think of an ending for this one. D: ))
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