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[loganbrooks]

feel now the rush is on
I beckon the call, I break through stone walls
seeking the power I want to taste
knowedge is life and purity therein a time
aeons pass through gilded arms
and I am left with words
strange how we talk so many words, meaningless
and at times we sparkle speak of importance
and it all falls on dreaming ears
misunderstanding saves from raining tears
Show the face, the form, the place
the mediocrity, the illusion, the mockery
give them a taste, a song, good grace
let them sing, rejoice, let them live
spread wings and rise like the sun
above the wind in the airs embrace
burst into light, brilliance out of place
fall away from your earthly plane
exhulted beauty you will know only
living forever as absolute sovreignity